Why do we wake to a world made of pain? Children of sorrow, inheriting blame Cities in fire, the truth buried deep Promises broken we're forced now to keep Tell me who profits, who's leading the game Who holds the matches, who fans every flame Crimson questions burn in the sky No more lies, no more alibis Crimson questions, hear the cry Why do the innocent die? Marching like shadows, we follow commands Blood on the soil, but clean are their hands Preachers of order, dealers of war Building their thrones on the crushed and the poor Faces of power, smiling in gold Selling us fear, buying control Crimson questions burn in the sky No more lies, no more alibis Crimson questions, hear the cry Why do the innocent die? If there is justice, where has it gone? If there is mercy, why carry on? Crimson questions burn in the sky No more lies, no more alibis Crimson questions, hear the cry Why do the innocent die?