For the events of war bring the tragic losses of lives The prideful acts of murder, among men Let this be the death of our era From this bowels of humanity Does murder prove right? Below the skies, that are lit at night Hail the gun of the warmachine 2,000 years of destroying life What does that mean? 200 years of tyranny What does that mean? A fraud of a country Weak in respect, we thrive on neglect For those who surround us The third world means nothing Poverty and disease Quarantined to never plague the white lives This is the cost of murder
