A bullet in his head, and remorse in his heart
Men around him falling, it's been this way from the start
The sides lose importance, we're all human beings,
So Stop trying to give this war some special meaning
We've been burdened by a legacy of dominance,
Blinding us, making us lose our common sense
The face of our actions, it's so drastically fraud
How ironic it is when we try to play God
We condemn our kids for fighting each other,
'Stop, George, how could you hit your brother? '
Yet we have no problem taking other human lives,
No reason's enough to use bombs guns and knives
The adults are just little kids whose fights are more gory
And they try to justify it by calling this 'glory'
Hypocrisy, dehumanization, disgrace
Too ignorant to sit down and talk face to face
How about we discuss this before we erupt,
Because I'm sick of this war, won't you grow the hell up?
If you have grown weary, If you've had enough,
Then don't hold it in, it's time to speak up
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