A flag in the summer-wind
Stones in the air, blood on the ground
A smile in the TV-Show
Hunger and penury all around
Faces as clean as toys
Promises far from truth
Parades to show you
How to play by the good old rules
We hurt and kill this earth
We believe in virgin birth
We learn to hate
We follow our fate
We're looking for the solid truth in that we can trust
While we're choking in the dirt and dieing in the dust
More than illusions or a sharp dressed flag
That treads us like shit and kills us like rats
A voice in the night
A radio-voice is talking 'bout terror
You wake up
To spend the all-day-defense-horror
Keep your mouth shut
Trying to save your identity
You swim down the stream
Just to become a part of superficiality
We learn to give our lives
We don't know how to survive
We cannot understand
The acting of our hands