He lies with steel pieces in his arm He lives by steel, by steel He's gonna die And he's scared She lies with steel pieces in her arm She lives by steel, by steel She's gonna die And she's scared Oh where is she going to? And will she see mummy.mummy.mummy? They lie with steel pieces in their hearts They breathe by steel, by steel We're gonna die And we're scared The issue is: Does conscience survive? We're gonna die And we're scared The issue is: Does conscience survive? We're gonna die And we're scared The issue is: Does conscience survive? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-