A tribal speech contains Its own division Where the trenches go deep In no man's land, one must decide Black or white Keep the eyes closed And stand at attention Then, return the battlecry Could I hold my breath? Call of my own The divide is Making these cells We carry with us Tear away these guns Lay em down I trust And let it be light For tomorrow Let it be done For a city to come Till the day is won With a flag for none Disguise all these words With good intentions The claim that this fight It cannot be won With a bullet's speed To claim a fight Still ignites those To their defenses It's a race to the sea Calling all those Where the fight is looking for hell Could we be for all to live in this Age of collateral violence Every night is a martyr Covered in shells May we go beyond Our shame of sin Train these eyes to see a heart again