For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
Their only comfort
Kill your friend, I don't care
Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand
No need to forgive
No truth, no sense, left to be followed
Facing this unbearable fear
Like meeting an old friend
"Time to die, poor mates
You made me what I am!"
In this world of a million religions
Everyone prays the same way
"Your praying is in vain
It'll all be over soon"
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
Their only comfort
Kill your friend, I don't care
Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand
No need to forgive
No truth, no sense, left to be followed
Facing this unbearable fear
Like meeting an old friend
"Time to die, poor mates
You made me what I am!"
In this world of a million religions
Everyone prays the same way
"Your praying is in vain
It'll all be over soon"
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