We severed all the ties
From this world we despised
A life we had no hand in making coerced our obedience?
How would we - how could we - stand for this?
What was in this for us?
Honor or greed? Or just the simple glory of destruction?
There was no glory here, but in the pages of books we'll never read
"Son, death is the pride of our nations to come"
Son, death is in your eyes
You stole it right from their eyes
Humility, it came to us; let's remember
You can't wake the dead with the sound of a bullet
We'll love the world till it loves us back