[male vocals] The
past
I
dont
want
to
walk
backward,
i
dont
want
to
hold
the
hand
of
the
past,
i
dont
want
to
think
about
the
past
hurts
that
haunt
my
soul.
I
dont
wish
anyone
to
hold
it
lifeline.
What's
buried
belong
to
the
past,
thus,
should
stay
buried.
We
are
New
people,
new
minds,
new
fellowship,
new
world
of
our
own,
new
blood
of
brotherhood
living
together
in
the
lovely
hoods.
I
dont
want
to
race
against
times
and
tides,
i
dont
wish
to
hold
its
realms
and
helms.
I
may
have
failed
in
the
past,
i
dont
want
to
fail
again.
I
have
healed,
i
want
it
to
stay
forever
as
i
choose
to
move
forward
onward.
It's
rust,
it's
worn
out,
it's
dead,
it's
forgotten,
it's
lost,
it's
buried,
it's
sealed
in
the
dark
room,
it's
covered
with
hot
ashes,
lets
it
stayed
dead,
lets
it
stay
buried
and
forgotten.
We
are
New
people,
new
minds,
new
fellowship,
new
world
of
our
own,
new
blood
of
brotherhood
living
together
in
the
lovely
hoods.
Seal
your
mind,
place
stone
on
it,
discard
it
aroma,
bury
it
memories,
its
winds
shouldnt
be
felt,
look
away
from
it
lovelies,
dont
fantasize
its
goodness.
The
bloodbath
of
war,
the
family
mutinies,
the
palace
schemes
and
tricks,
the
game
of
chess
and
battle
gamble,
the
carnage,
the
rising
smoke,
the
battle
cry,
the
bitter
cry,
the
lost.
All
is
buried
in
the
past,
they
should
stay
buried.
We
lost
friends
to
munities,
we
lost
beloved
one
in
the
battle
of
finish
and
flee,
we
lost
counts
of
allies
burnt
alive,
we
lost
families
to
tricks
and
scheme.
Voodom
consumed
many.
We
say,
we
hate
the
past,
we
dont
want
it
anymore.
We
are
New
people,
new
minds,
new
fellowship,
new
world
of
our
own,
new
blood
of
brotherhood
living
together
in
the
lovely
hoods.
This
future
you
see,
was
plotted
and
planned
by
the
collective
minds
and
hands.
We
are
building
with
love
and
unity.
The
past
feared
us,
the
memories
haunts
our
feelings,
the
carnage
trembling
our
hands.
The
crooked
plots
dont
exist
anymore,
woven
tricks
dont
swing
games
here
anymore,
voodom
lost
its
substances
long
time
ago,
cry
is
forbidden,
tears
dont
hold
hands
in
this
city.
Live
and
lets
live.
We
lost
the
best
minds
to
the
war,
our
finest
fighters
fought
one
another
to
the
boiling
point
of
no
where
to
flee.
The
brilliant
scholars
worked
against
one
another
till
no
corner
was
left
secured.
We
are
New
people,
new
minds,
new
fellowship,
new
world
of
our
own,
new
blood
of
brotherhood
living
together
in
the
lovely
hoods.
The
hill
bathed
in
blood,
the
sand
soaked
to
stupor,
trees
were
hewed
down
to
burn
the
bodies
of
voodoo
makers,
swords
and
guns
had
much
more
blood
and
fleshes.
War
is
no
party,
battle
is
no
fiesta,
scheme
and
trick
is
no
comedy
show,
guns
are
no
mics,
swords
are
no
walking
sticks,
machine
guns
are
musical
instruments,
soldiers
are
no
entertainers.
The
wrongs
stayed
in
the
past,
the
accusations
belonged
to
the
past,
fracas
dont
belonged
here
anymore,
the
dead
stay
buried.
We
are
new
people.
We
are
New
people,
new
minds,
new
fellowship,
new
world
of
our
own,
new
blood
of
brotherhood
living
together
in
the
lovely
hoods.
No
more
guns,
no
more
soldiers,
no
more
war,
no
more
fight
and
fighters,
no
more
shouting,
no
more
crying,
no
more
hewing
down
of
trees,
no
more
tricks
and
war
war
chess.
We
are
New
people,
new
minds,
new
fellowship,
new
world
of
our
own,
new
blood
of
brotherhood
living
together
in
the
lovely
hoods.