You can't see this human life fee
so why are you trying to put a price on me
and why won't the tanks let the child roam free?
just the mere mention of war
makes my center core sore
all the blood and gore
just leaves the choreographs of the war, screaming for more
See the children layin dead
just the vultures getting fed
no wounder they see monsters under the bed
if theese are the thoughts we've put in their heads