Masters Of War
Take the heart of a fallen of man and a child and saint and a burning land
Know the smell of fear and the fear that you bring
You have come from far off lands to lay to claims to lives that you can’t understand
To come and take all, but never to leave
Must we wait for a brighter day when all our sins are washed away
Must we wait for the fallen ones to be
You with all of your diplomats and your guns and checks and forgotten debts
You cannot be loved or ever feel peace
I know I can’t feel his pain but I still can see what your money brings
You build to destroy with your all new toys
Must we wait for a brighter day when all our sins are washed away
Must we wait for the fallen ones to be
Can’t you see what this could mean
That a time will come for thee
A fist cannot keep what it can’t feel
For I know you’ve had your fill
Must we wait for a brighter day when all our sins are washed away
Must we wait for the fallen ones to be