Sleeping Giants

Sleeping Giants - Misery Index

Flushed from the fields on the Malian steppe

Carved out from wombs that our fathers beset

As giants we sleep where hopelessness ends

An UN statistics we're counted and fed

Children of war hunger and filth

Dragged through the dust in our misery

Where you won't be seen alive

In diamond mines

In textile looms

As coc*ine mules

And prostitutes we don't exist

They take us young

Borders be damned

From Bangkok to Juarez

On Sahara sands

Nameless and dead

On frontiers forlorn

We hate loath

And curse the day we were born

On and on we're taken

More lives forsaken

F**k you you maggot

Harvester of human traffic

So few aware

So few will care

Pray on here after

Where no God will ever answer