How is justice served
By our children
Murdering our children
Where in their spilt blood
Does the answer
Lie
In who is right
And who is wrong
Whose side is god on
As our sons
Blindly **** our sons
Big words
Hollow speeches
Meaningless moments of silence
To praise and respect the
LIvEs stolen from
Our mothers and fathers
And husbands and daughters
And wives and sons
In the latest battle
Of the season
The bigger the boom
The tighter the fist
The brighter the lights
The less need for reason
The show of might
The price of pride
The cost of admission
To our illussion
Of freedom...
The lives of our
Sons and daughters
Mothers and fathers
Husbands and wives
And we pay again
And again and again
Never knowing who is
Right
Who is
Wrong
It's all the same
Season after season