I am lost in the forgotten
and trapped in the rememberance
of the lives wasted to war
and what for i ask myself
To glorify the the maniacs and their
bombs
To sell them guns
and traffic their drugs
To steal their oil
and to rape their soil
for those who are bored by the news
i leave the clue
The world will continue to spin
whether you care or not
and when the war is at your doorstep
will you think then
It's too late
We've started this thing
we've sealed our fate
now we are the target of hate
We have marched our men into the promise land
and now
with Soldier's left behind to bake on the desert sand
and our hand's stained red
Pandora's Box has been opened
