It's time to run for cover, the enemy has found us
It's time to pray to someone, even though it's useless
If words could tell my story, I would seldom use them
'Cause there's no room for glory, just humans being humans
In this thing called war

One fine day, going 'bout my business
The children played, our families were oblivious
And then they came, their words were so seductive
They made us volunteers on our path to glory

But then the bombs came falling from the sky
We could see then, words had made us blind

These ghosts keep haunting me
They're wounds that remind me that I'm not the only
Who's bought into the lie
That war can be fruitful, and that there's only heroes

Some of us managed to go back home
What we got was far from a warm welcome
Deep inside our spirits are all broken
We served as pawns, as cards laid on a table