I rue the day when we can no longer be the day without harmony when faith is sold when our love has rust when our hearts turn cold when all becomes dust
The day the sky turns gray The day the joyful bird whimpers away The day when our youth cannot feel The day when we have no strength left to heal
The inevitable future is becoming clear Hold on tight for it is packed with fear Peace will only be a joke And triumphant war will be our cloak As we turn a blind eye We lay down humanity to die