Rich men wage wars
Why don't they fight them
Politicians,oligarch
Soldiers dying for what?

Rich men sending away poor men
To die for some more money
Some more power
Some more land
Just some more
And more
And more

No side is the saint
All of them, narcissistic egomaniacs,f**k them
The cost is paid by those who don't know what it is even for
By the innocent
What did they do?

And God never punishes the evil,only the innocent
For absolute futility,families lose their children,people lose their nation
For what?
And you can give me many reasons to justify
But how do you justify death
Can you give them back what you have taken

And you can give many speeches
But can you tell me why is the old mother crying
Why is that road red
Why is the little boy orphaned
What did they do?
What is there fault?
Why bring us into your sick games?

And afterwards you celebrate
But has any war ever been truly won?
Both sides lose something
Your soldiers are not my enemy
Just humans,thinking he is doing the right thing



War is the cost of peace,peace is the cost of war,a cycle of death,destruction and madness
Madness,absolute madness
Tyrants thinking they own us,and they do

One man's ego ruining millions of lives
How can someone be so evil
It is their war,of the rich,why are we fighting

No you can't
However much you try you can justify mindless killing
Not a single one of them
Not a million

We are not guns or tanks that can be bought and made
We humans who live and laugh,have beating hard
We aren't collateral damage
And if we don't die we starve

You may ask who are we?
Many more than you estimate
Who are you?
This blood,this death,this destruction
And you paint the dead as heroes and martyrs because you can't give them their lives back

All the money in the world going to **** people who have nothing to do with it
Peace is not profitable
Peace is not in your interest

Gory glory
Red rivers
You say its for good
But don't you shiver
When you see the tears
In the widows eye
The orphan children playing with wasted guns
How do you sleep at night?

Who is right who is wrong
The left or right,I don't know
You say,"us or them"
There is no them
It's only us,this whole world ,this is us,you are the 'them'
Just tell me one thing before you call me coward
It's blood on whose hand?

People dying
People crying
People writing songs on wars
On the sieges and victories
And the pointlessness of it all

Love will win
Peace will win

Love will win
Peace will win

Love will win
Peace will win

Love will win
Peace will .................