All is quiet
Nothing left to hate
No signs of life to practice what you preach
Sorry comes too late
Play a little game called Blind Man's Bluff
Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off
First part, bang, comes full stop
Returning us all back to dust
Not in my name
Better check yourself
Play your game somewhere else
A little sacrifice for your foe
Got your sticks, your stones
A place all your own
So much for unholy war
[Spoken]
Large parts of the world are faced with starvation while others are living in abundance
Territorial questions and arguments of power still prevail over the essential demand of common welfare and justice
Regret, the bitter pill of defeat
It's ever only after, only after mistakes were made
The urge to blow apart and set it straight
It's either do it my way or the hard way
No matter what the consequence
Nothing left to hate
No signs of life to practice what you preach
Sorry comes too late
Play a little game called Blind Man's Bluff
Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off
First part, bang, comes full stop
Returning us all back to dust
Not in my name
Better check yourself
Play your game somewhere else
A little sacrifice for your foe
Got your sticks, your stones
A place all your own
So much for unholy war
[Spoken]
Large parts of the world are faced with starvation while others are living in abundance
Territorial questions and arguments of power still prevail over the essential demand of common welfare and justice
Regret, the bitter pill of defeat
It's ever only after, only after mistakes were made
The urge to blow apart and set it straight
It's either do it my way or the hard way
No matter what the consequence
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