If only the dead have seen the end of war Then what the fuck are we fighting for? We reap no glory or endure any real success In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death Who begs for death I won't go to my grave until a difference is made, My body will be your vessel. Give me your pain. There will be no atoning for things we've done, Just living in the ashes of everything that can't be undone. Nothing can be undone! No one can take the one life you make No one can take the one life you make If only the dead have seen the end of war Then what the fuck are we fighting for? We reap no glory or endure any real success In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death Who begs for death Our lives are waivered on a thin line Of choice and luck and you Live in a perpetual mindset Of not giving a fuck. Everything we've shared and all the time wasted Now is so bitter tasting Everything we've shared and all the time wasted Now is so bitter tasting If only the dead have seen the end of war Then what the fuck are we fighting for? We reap no glory or endure any real success In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death Who begs for death