Из альбома: Writing on the Wall
Of the violence
They can't wash thier hands
For the sufferers
The treaties stand
But in a war
Of silent screams
Are the victims
Of another dream
Life on the outside
Has no cross to bear
Life on the outside
Has no guilt to share
The swords of justice
Will strike the blow
Is there life of the outside?
Tell us, we gotta know
Motivation has passed them by
The years of torment
Have just run dry
The fear of fear is nothing ne
The days are short
For the chosen few
You've fallen victim
To another lie
Your hopes are raised
Till the day you die
Face the truth, can't you realise
The dream is over
The dream has died