Are you for real?
Can you still feel anything truly beautiful?
Why can't you go flying so low?
Everyone knows you've lost the sun
Burnt body of a child dying in
Its mother's hands
You just got to stop it now
This army is going mud
Why can't you see?
You'll never be free as long as
You let this mudness run
Where can you go flying so low?
Everyone
Everyone knows you've lost the sun
Telling stories to a child
Won't change the hand of pain
You just got to stop it now
Tomorrows gonna be too late.
