Innocent cries and flying lies
Our world of death and pain.
Merry events turned cold
A running shower of blood too old
Our world of death and pain.
Small children ask us
“Why the rage? ”
Kept in a fairy-tale land cage
Our world of death and pain.
We've grown too numb to violence
Unaware of the real world stains
Our world of death and pain.
Generations will become adapted
Built to look away from the tragic
Our world of death and pain.
Never let out of their perfect world
New leaders will ignore the fights
Innocent people will slip away
Into a cold hard night
Our world of death and pain.