Somewhere in the planet, men will drop their bombs;
Spill blood just to save the oil
This is a song about greed, gas, pain and profits
This is about our world, about America, about Iraq

Every time you start to run, many men will fall again
All the vile ways to escape are the same old fake
Free us from the world's demise
No matter what your victory will be so small;
You advance the lines before their awake, before their fall

Guilty am I? The fallen stars end life
Is it shining? None can miss the effects

Lost embrace cries hide the fossil target
Scan search dropping blow the fossil target
Lost (the guilty) embrace (hides the) cries (blinding) hide the fossil target
Scan (find the) search (lines are) dropping (missing) blow the fossil target

Free them for the world's demise
Tremble and crash the foundation
Fluid in the ancient rivers, anger will be expected
Every time we start to run
It's time to adapt their will to ours
Sedate the minds still living
Market colors from the cowards that spread and share depressing