Safety is illusion when civilization is a fake
A worthless note in a shakin' hand
Doesn't buy a future, doesn´t maintain
A class and status
Part time junkies clean the killing fields
A brainless unleashed calls the final hour
War comes to your street, it's just around the corner
War comes to the ones that laugh and sing
War comes to the ones that laugh and sing
A peaceful silence of a bitter taste
Deafening newborn ears
Its echos sway over a bleak land
All over the abandoned plains
The morning rises without a sun coming up
From cradles to ashes in a direct line
In a direct line
In a direct line
In a direct line
In a direct line
In a direct line