You need to stop using your guns
In the dark
Sometimes is hard
To believe there's something in the light
You have to stop
Thinking about all the damage you've done
All the lives you have taken
Without even asking the whys
You can't rest your head
When the demons haunt your bed
But you know the ones behind the desks
Are sleeping like babies in their nests
You have blood in your eyes
They have money in their minds
Have they done anything for you?
Beside paying all the bills from the hospital room
I'm tired of hearing mothers prayers
Asking for their sons to come with all their limbs
And then, they come in wheelchairs
And God fails again
Their nation have won the war
So everyone celebrates until dawn
Everything that matters is who won the war
Who won the war