• The wicked wind sweeps,
    Across the wicked land.
    Across the tombs of those who died,
    For what we now call freedom

    We say it was for a good cause,
    But did it really work?
    We still cross seas to fight people like
    YOU and I,
    To kill people with red blood,
    To kill people with a heart.

    We help America kill off Iraq,
    So that we're not the next to be bombed.
    Desolate lands are swept with sand,
    Where great towns used to rise.
    One question left that stands in our minds,
    WHY?

    WHY?
    Do we travel across the world,
    Just so we can fight?
    WHY?
    Do we destroy towns?
    Familys?
    Lives?

    Its because of one main thing,
    That thing being fear.
    The fear of the unkown,
    That lives far and near.