Lyrics

What?s the reason for your pain?
Why do you cry?
Tears of sadness, tears of shame
For your brothers and sisters, they?re dying.

When do holy words make their move
From mouth to hand, from think to do?
Have the masters left us to drown
Or have we left them for busier towns?

Take my hand, we?ll leave this planet
Or learn to change and understand it.
Take my hand, we?ll set our course,
You need your sword no more.

Steel and blood, they wash the ground
Of any voices or living sounds.
Silence follows men to their graves
And silence turns the free into slaves.

Mind you use it, mind you lose it.
There?s nothing taken ?less you choose it.
Give the breath to mass destruction.
Leave the good men to do nothin.?