Dying heart and the rhythm of war Coughs of the lungs, breaking out of the core Bring their blood to a rolling boil Red is the color of this no-mans soil Red is the color of this no-mans soil I know there won't be an escape From this path of war, When nobody suffers on this god-forsaken shore I know, i don't want to be that guy, So i kill, i kill, watch young children die People, people, criticize, disconnected, cold as ice The eclipse of nothing wise, feeding from the little lies, Starving from the lack of love, not surviving this catastrophe Drugs in constant overdose, despair is the only choice, Be so kind, give that rose, Name the child before it goes, Starving from the lack of love, not surviving this catastrophe