Bandaged lyrics

People grow up bandaged. Wounds never get the chance to heal. Help comes ! To help them in their graves. And who are we supporting. Who are to blame for this war. Are we neutral ! We must have an opinion. Is there wrong. No ! Is there right. All this wild aggression. All this innocent hurt. All this blood. People growing up in bandages. Wounds that never get the chance to heal. Help comes ! To help them in their graves !