Broken toys, and shaking hands
The dark era borne by my small back
Can't make it past
It's frustrating
But everything that human made
Wasn't all useful
I learned precious thing from a photograph
What textbooks never teached
Black, white and brown background had same color of the sky
It's never easy to get back what you have lost
So now, we'll never make
Make the same mistake
"Anti-war" (Woh-oh-oh!)
There is no need for words
We don't need any words for the mind
Broken toys, and shaking hands
The dark era borne by my small back
Can't make it past
It's frustrating
But everything that human made
Wasn't all useful
I learned precious thing from a photograph
What textbooks never teached
Black, white and brown background had same color of the sky
It's never easy to get back what you have lost
So now, we'll never make
Make the same mistake
"Anti-war" (Woh-oh-oh!)
There is no need for words
We don't need any words for the mind
We don't need any words for the mind
We don't need any words for the mind
This will goes on, on and on and on
This will goes on, on and on and on
This will goes on, on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on