That's red earth. It's in our skin. The Shona say the color comes from all the blood... that's being spilled fighting over the land. This is home. You'll never leave Africa.
Too much time spent dragging the past up?
I didn't see you not looking when I messed up.
Settling down in your early twenties?
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist.
— Everybody wants the Cup for the wrong reason.
— And you don't?
— With this Cup I can cleanse our bloodlines... save our race.
— You might not know much about mundane history... but I can tell you when people start talking about preserving a race... it never goes well.
This Romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood.
We bleed ourselves in vain
How tragic is this game?
Turn around, I'm holding on to someone
But the love is gone
Carrying the load, with wings that feel like stone
Knowing that we nearly fell so far now
It's hard to tell.
The first drop of bloodchanges everything. Carrying an undeniable intention... It is always a painful reminder that a violent solution can never be realised.