| A day with no glory, a heart filled with fear
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| Still repeating his-story to make ourselves clear
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| A voice is unheard when it shouts from the hills
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| Your king in his castle never died on these fields
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| There’s blood on you hands, a smile on your face
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| A wicked intention when there’s money to be made
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| A room with no windows and a heart that can’t feel
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| Shame with no convictions and a view to a kill
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| Tell me why? |
| Why must we fight?
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| And why must we kill in the name of what we think is right?
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| No more, no war. |
| 'Cause how do you know?
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| The hate in your eyes, the lies on your tongue
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| A hand that kills the innocent so quick to do wrong
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| Your belly is full while we fight for what remains
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| The rich getting richer while the poor become slaves
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| We kill our own brothers, the truth is never told
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| If victory is freedom then the truth is untold
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| Surrender your soul just like everyone else
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| If love is my religion, don’t speak for myself
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| Tell me why? |
| Why must we fight?
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| And why must we kill in the name of what we think is right?
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| No more, no war. |
| 'Cause how do you know?
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| How do you know? |
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| Please, tell me why? |
| Why must we fight?
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| And why must we kill in the name of what we think is right?
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| No more, no war. |
| 'Cause how do you know?
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| I’m living this life, I’m given these lies
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| And how do I die for the name of what you think is right?
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| No more, oh Lord. |
| 'Cause how do we know?
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| And how do we know? |