Hate is flowing through your veins,
as you slowly grasp your gun.
Who do you expect to live,
no one.

Look at what you've become,
just a product of war.
You don't want to live your life,
like this anymore.

The fire in your eyes,
shows you want to stay alive,
you are just trying to survive.

But your just a product of war,
trained to ****.
Begging for more,
more to ****.

You weren't always like this,
a product of war.
Once you were a kind and humane person,
now you're a life taking *****.

Your moral rights, are wrong,
you **** people to **** time.
Fighting for what you think is right,
letting those ******* lie to you is a crime.

The fire in your eyes,
shows you want to stay alive,
you are just trying to survive.

Trained to ****,
a product of war,
and nothing more.

Please comeback,
and help heal these scars.
Please comeback,
I need back my heart.

Please comeback,
can we restart?

Please comeback,
you don't have a clue.
Please comeback,
can't live without you.

Please comeback,
we have much to do.

Please, comeback.

Come with me,
and we can write a tale.
The tale of a tale.
When I think I see you in the dark,
the dark of the mist,
the mist of the dark.
There, now you and I,
we have written the tale.
Goodbye.

Hey you, lets run away,
find a quiet place to stay.
Lie under the morning sun,
and realize that we are one.

Lets turn our hate into love,
make peace with whatever is above.
Spread our love throughout the land,
and we'll do it, hand in hand.

Tell you what I'm going to do,
I'm going to lose myself in you.
Lets show the world what we got,
and lets do it while we're still hot.

Lets do it while we're still young,
sing every song that can be sung.
Lets show the world just what we got,
run forever, till we get caught.

Now I know that you’re still young,
but I know you want to run.
Run until we're old and weak,
but our love will still proceed.

And our love will still go on,
proving we did nothing wrong.
Our love will always be here,
it will never disappear.

Buried underground,
tombstone sixty one.
Was it really worth it,
just to hold a gun.

Went into the army,
sent him off to war.
Thought he would return soon,
but we begged for more.

Another life was taken,
at the hands of war.
Another family mourning,
rocked down to the core.

But the world keeps fighting,
have we gone to far?
We chose to take peace, and replace it,
with a giant scar.

Young men, marching forward,
to an open grave.
Fighting for their country,
something they can't save.

Death is watching over them.
with his piercing eyes.
Waiting for them to die,
so he can takes their lives.

Another life was taken,
at the hands of war.
Another family mourning,
rocked down to the core.

But the world keeps fighting,
have we gone to far?
We chose to take peace, and replace it,
with a giant scar.

Death is on, the enemies side,
waiting for us to die.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover.
Perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Walking down your street,
what do you see?
A little old man,
who you think is crazy.

Have you ever talked to him once?
Do you even know his name?
Do you think you are God?
Do you find Judgement to be some sort of game?

When the truth rises to the surface,
you will see,
that this man was in the Middle East,
killing Iraqis!

Fighting for your freedom,
by killing other men,
getting blood,
on his innocent hands.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover,
perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Your walking through the mall,
what do you see?
A teenage girl,
pretty as can be.

But by the magnitude of her beauty,
your mind concludes,
that she is a *****,
and is very rude.

Have you ever talked to her once?
Do you even know her name?
Do you think you are God?
Do you find Judgement to be some sort of game?

For all you know,
she could be bruised to the bone.
With a father that beats her,
he likes the way she moans.

But you know nothing,
and still you judge.
Holding against her,
an imaginary grudge.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover.
Perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?
Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?

Your nature disgusts me,
labelling people like it's your job.
I'm asking you to trust me,
stop making people you don't know sob.

Why judge the book by it's cover,
when the words inside are worth so much more?
Why consider every man a ****,
or every women to be a *****?

Words hurt like sticks and stones,
if the person throwing has a good arm.
They have been known to break bones,
leaving your self respect to be disarmed.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover.
Perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?
Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?