This is no story
This is truth, this is pain
We’re surrounded by it everyday
This is fighting, this is hate
About thirty days
The world lived in peace (since ‘45)
It sometimes seems
That we are made to make…
War!
This is truth, this is pain
We’re surrounded by it everyday
This is fighting, this is hate
About thirty days
The world lived in peace (since ‘45)
It sometimes seems
That we are made to make…
War!
Another fight for
Power and and religion
Bleed and rape and kill
And rot and dying for a God
Proudly raising flags of
Hate and fear
Glorious the bullets flying
Smashing our heads
Must people fight for not to fight?
Must people kill for not to kill?
Must people die for others not to die?
Or could we just stop making war?
No blood for power
No blood for a God
Fuck the war
Another human race
Spilling blood for honour
Skulls and bones and flesh
And skin are treated just like trash
Proudly raising guns up to the sky
Glorious the bombs
Are making women, children die
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