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August 20 1998 Tens of thousands Are condemned to die While we danced and drank fine wine They were screaming to an empty sky Why? Kill my mother, kill my father What am I (left) to do ...but kill your mother, kill your father God make my aim true... Is anybody even listening? Does anybody even care? Why? Cause the beat just goes on and on And the terror never ends Is anybody listening? (can you hear the screaming?) Does anybody care? (can you hear the screaming?) Is anybody listening To the sounds of the innocent Suffering, suffering, silently Why? From Letras Mania