The gun firing,
are deafening,
making my ears ring,
wounds begin to sting.

Sand in my eyes,
skin, cracked and dry.
Boiling in the sun,
no one said war would be fun.

Corruption,
destruction,
is this really how democracy works?

Governments lying,
nature's dying,
is this really how democracy works?

Bang, bang,
hear our guns?
Boom, boom,
ya better run!

Cha-ching!
Isn't it funny?
Ba-boom,
bombs sell for money!

We are the real weapons of mass destruction!
We are the real cause of all corruption!

We are the machines, heartless and cold!
I fold my hand, I fold...

I've walked down the hall of shame.
I've seen Mother Nature fight but fall in vain.
I've seen countries crawl, no cane.
I've seen our backs are against the wall, insane.

The world is no place for us anymore,
just take my hand dear and off we'll soar.
The world has become a living hell,
so lets both escape this prison cell.

Bang, bang,
hear our guns?
Boom, boom,
ya better run!

Cha-ching!
Isn't it funny?
Ba-boom,
bombs sell for money!

We are the real weapons of mass destruction!
We are the real cause of all corruption!

We are the like the machines, heartless and cold!
I fold my hand, I fold my hand.

There's nothing left we can do dear.
All we can do is run from here.
Try to escape all the insanity.
Just take my hand and trust me.

The gun firing,
are deafening.
This war wages on our souls,
this war leaves us alone, cold.