Sad to say, I see a lot of anger here It makes compassion disappear And helps me stay so far away But hopefully we're not the type of men as we Have seen in generations past, The kind that live and die so fast An ancient struggle has become the loneliest heartache An ancient cycle is now our first and last mistake For the oldest old of the newest born Couldn't ever know how the earth was formed From the saddest deaths bloody aftermath, To the poorest peasant birth To the men that fought and died to conquer earth Fossilized, we strain to open up our eyes And see the way things used to be We dig too far in history And there exposed, our heartless, faithless cousins go To wash and wash repeatedly But in their eyes ourselves we see ... and the way we laughed when the world collapsed And we're left with childbirth And the song we sang, penned in father's name But we swore we wrote it first To the men who fought and died to conquer earth