• This is war, this is war...
    like every time before,
    there isn't time just to sit and think things through.

    Like before, like before,
    Have to settle out our scores
    But in the end, there will be nothing left for you.

    We're tearing up the battleground
    to pitch our tents and flags;
    we're carving out the hilllside
    with our dynamite and frags.
    We're shredding up our soldiers,
    Against their brothers torn;
    There won't be anything left by the morn.

    We're pitching propaganda,
    Our people listen close;
    We're feeding them our lies,
    it looks like they might overdose.
    Our boats will fill the harbor,
    and these nukes are gonna fly,
    till the sun is blacked out by smoking skies.

    ...And when all is said and done,
    We'll be standing, you and me
    On a desecrated Cliffside
    o'er a rocky, beating sea.
    The issues that we had
    will seem like little specks of dust,
    when compared to the lives the world has lost.