Cringe 歌词

My eyes have burned with a fire that I could not prevent It burned their nation's children and crushed their patriots Dead, the hate we sent them so many years ago Returned to haunt them, leads us against the foe With our fire their land, our fire their wounds My hands are cold with your blood Torn to shreds with our kill toys, sit back and watch the fun Rated, screened, censored, sedated Spoon-fed their noxious lies So many times we've watched silently Never feeling the consequences of our design