| Song | Only the People |
| Artist | Unearth |
| Album | Stings of Conscience |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Unearth | |
| Ban from our homeland. | |
| A statute for our rights at hand. | |
| A privilege for our protection. | |
| Sliced from our peoples arms. | |
| See how long the fight wages on inside our nations heart. | |
| We are better off to fight ourselves. | |
| How long will we see te battering and tragedy? | |
| No more. | |
| Let it stop. | |
| Let's see how long the fight wages on inside. | |
| We are better off fighting this battle ourselves. | |
| How much will we lose before we fall. | |
| Put down your goddamn weapons. | |
| We are slaughtering our own sons. | |
| Each side solid. | |
| Neither will crumble. | |
| Who will lose? | |
| Only the people |
| zuo qu : Unearth | |
| Ban from our homeland. | |
| A statute for our rights at hand. | |
| A privilege for our protection. | |
| Sliced from our peoples arms. | |
| See how long the fight wages on inside our nations heart. | |
| We are better off to fight ourselves. | |
| How long will we see te battering and tragedy? | |
| No more. | |
| Let it stop. | |
| Let' s see how long the fight wages on inside. | |
| We are better off fighting this battle ourselves. | |
| How much will we lose before we fall. | |
| Put down your goddamn weapons. | |
| We are slaughtering our own sons. | |
| Each side solid. | |
| Neither will crumble. | |
| Who will lose? | |
| Only the people |
| zuò qǔ : Unearth | |
| Ban from our homeland. | |
| A statute for our rights at hand. | |
| A privilege for our protection. | |
| Sliced from our peoples arms. | |
| See how long the fight wages on inside our nations heart. | |
| We are better off to fight ourselves. | |
| How long will we see te battering and tragedy? | |
| No more. | |
| Let it stop. | |
| Let' s see how long the fight wages on inside. | |
| We are better off fighting this battle ourselves. | |
| How much will we lose before we fall. | |
| Put down your goddamn weapons. | |
| We are slaughtering our own sons. | |
| Each side solid. | |
| Neither will crumble. | |
| Who will lose? | |
| Only the people |