Our killing spree of violence
Until we've killed their kin
We are willingly prepared to sacrifice
The lives of those we love
What unforgivable bitterness has driven us
Into this incomprehensive cause
The silent side of violence
Until they've taken what is ours
Until they've killed our kin
A fight they'll never win
A sudden flashback in time and memory
The world seems to hold it's breath
Like a child pauses before bursting into crying
In the largest gust of sound ever imaginable
By the rolling laughter of hatred
Resounded with the crying
Of men, women and children
But all I find are strangers
From far beyond my darkest dreams
How will I ever forget their faces?
Why am I supposed to fight
What good are games without an end
This never-ending hate of ours
Will tear this world apart
Until eventually the beating stops
The beating of our hearts