Your money is mine alone
Your life belongs to me
Inside my walls
I make laws

Use your hands to weave
Do not eat the bread
That is not yours
The day is just beginning
And so is your hell

We have plans for your hearts
We know that your mind
Is far from here
In the fields of the lord
The bombs will appear

You could have changed your destinations
But his parents sold not for just
In the same war camps
Your tears will fall

But the war is no ours master
And you don't have the strenght
To fight alone
And you might not even have bee born
To generate so much sadness through the war