Healing of the Wounds

Verse 1

From the Rio Grande down to the southern end

Promises are broken by a smiling friend

Telescreens are flashing while the pockets swell

Turning our America into a living hell

Neon signs are blinking over concrete streets

Where the hungry crowd and the iron fist meets

Golden chains of office rusted iron chains

Washing down the hope with the acid rains

Pre-Chorus

Money in the suitcase papers in the dark

Every single promise left a hollow mark

While they build their castles high up on the hill

Working class is drowning in a bitter chill

Chorus

From the Caribbean to the mountain peak

Silence is the weapon kept against the weak

Borders made of paper walls of class divide

Nowhere left for dignity and truth to hide

They sell us revolutions in a silver frame

While the hungry children always bear the blame

Oh Latin America bleeding in the sun

Tell me when the healing of the wounds' begun

Verse 2

Luxury towers look down on the tin

Wondering if anyone can ever win

Privilege is born with a silver spoon

While the midnight workers wait for the moon

Bureaucrats arguing behind closed doors

Signing off the future while the city roars

Education starving health care in decay

Trading tomorrow for a cheap today

Pre-Chorus

Money in the suitcase papers in the dark

Every single promise left a hollow mark

While they build their castles high up on the hill

Working class is drowning in a bitter chill

Chorus

From the Caribbean to the mountain peak

Silence is the weapon kept against the weak

Borders made of paper walls of class divide

Nowhere left for dignity and truth to hide

They sell us revolutions in a silver frame

While the hungry children always bear the blame

Oh Latin America bleeding in the sun

Tell me when the healing of the wounds' begun

Bridge

How many generations gotta pay the price

How many empty plates sacrificed twice

The blood of the soil and the sweat of the land

Slipping right away from an honest hand

Wake up the valley wake up the shore

We ain't gonna take the division no more

Chorus

From the Caribbean to the mountain peak

Silence is the weapon kept against the weak

Borders made of paper walls of class divide

Nowhere left for dignity and truth to hide

They sell us revolutions in a silver frame

While the hungry children always bear the blame

Oh Latin America bleeding in the sun

Tell me when the healing of the wounds' begun

Outro

Bleeding in the sun

Break the chains let it rise

Truth is waking up inside our eyes

No more promises in the dark