• Coming from the mouth
    Of a half hearted
    You've got no bussines
    In the war my friend

    What are we doing
    We should ask ourselves
    To use and abuse
    And then put on the shelf.

    Everybodys lost
    And it all makes sense
    This was the cost
    For all our sins.

    Your childs a goldmine
    For your own wealth
    And this isn't to great
    For their health

    Do you even care
    About anyone at all
    Making your money
    While we burn in your chemical

    The rest of us
    The ones with heart
    Grab eachothers hand
    To stop from tearing apart.

    This is my calling
    To stay strong
    It's getting bad
    But it'll stop after long