Point your finger, raise your voice
And give to no one a chance to have a choice
Manipulate them
Like they are little boys
Proceed with lying, kill them with trust
And let them sink and memories to rust
Perished by silence
And words that turned to dust
And as we sink into the wells of war
The silence breaks by our mothers' cry
Our broken bodies are leaving this world
But as we knew the soul didn't die
(And as you feared, the soul never dies)
That's how it's ending, as it began
With an unpleasant, unsatisfying run
Powered with anger and no regret
Destroyed torn and left
Always we praise, devils we feed
Just to accomplish our apathetic need
Pouring and spoiling
The love that we receive
The soul didn't die - Leaving this world
Our mothers' cry – The wells of war
The soul never dies – We sink into the wells of war