Too far above
Too far below
Situation worsened an hour ago
Standing still as worlds collide
Governments with too much pride
They'll have no regrets
It's easy to have apathy
They'll have their war
And they will have no sympathy
They'll paint their faces on the walls
On the flags they hold so high
Our say don't mean much anymore
They'll paint their faces on the walls
On the flags they hold so high
When will our say be more than words
Sacrament and sacrilige
Are second to an oil rig
Shots ring out all around
Soldiers stop to load another round
We can stand on our own two feet again