Killing Joke - Tiahuanaco

I was a tourist in the Andes On my way to Tiahuanaco Where the balance of a weeping god Faced east to the rising sun But I looked out the window And all I could see Was the face of a girl She was looking at me She was begging for food Then I knew I had found The weeping god In the face of a child As she gestures with her fingers Her little brother followed suit And all I did was take my camera So the image never fades away I no longer saw the great gate of the sun Nor the dawn of time when our race had begun Just black eyes like starving dogs looking at me A weeping god was all I'd ever see And as I sat in contemplation beyond all charity Losing the magic and meaning of living(the earth and the stars these things are mine)And when they've drained the earth of all resources We'll face the music still For you and I shall be striking memories In the thoughts of our children's children I had arrived at my destination At the gate of the rising sun We shall again regain in sunset that balance That we left undone I stared at the shacks and the shanty town mess I couldn't help but to think of the West The balance was lost and my reason went wild As the weeping god came alive in the child I began to weep And I remember the violation Determination came,Determination, Yeah!