its a war that can not be won
filled with battles lost and done
against a demon of oppression
time after time in quick succession
against the succubus of poverty
and the suppressor of minorities

we cant win this war
we can maybe bandage the sores
but yet we cant let our hearts crust up with frost
for then all hope for humanity is lost
no religion ever does the saving
more often cause for more invading

all that is here is us fools still standing
for peace, love and justice still demanding
while religions, nations and charities claim to burn their rubber
all the world is still left to suffer

the peacekeepers go to war
and the priests take in the whores
in this spinning ball of chaos
nobody will even try and save us

never will anybody be victorious
but neither will destruction be glorious
and those that for the better try to re-arrange
are caught up in a tornado of unstoppable carnage

we don't need wizards to wave wands and claim magic
any attempt to solve all things at once, ends up tragic
the only way to end this out of control hurricane
is through sweat, blood and lonesome pain

as a million saints strut for glory
and all twist a flattering story
they all swim in their own lies
and try to smother a billion abandoned cries
how long till they stop trying to sooth the planet
and realise the blood is dripping from their own hatchet?

everywhere along the world and its breadth
people come to terms with their own death
they will topple the oppressors throne
but only by the strength that is their own