Our throats are slit,
And ear to ear the inspiration gushes out,
Replaced by an anthem of fear.
My life just falls apart.
Strings sewn to our limbs
To force the hymns of war on beauty.
So we won't wake up.
The scars they leave,
So parents grieve the death of freedom in their children.
A soul for sale, it's cheap to buy.
The merchants of death smile wide.
Does anyone still even care?