Текст песни War

Your money is mine alone Your life belongs to me Inside my walls I make laws Use your hands to weave Do not eat the bread That is not yours The day is just beginning And so is your hell We have plans for your hearts We know that your mind Is far from here In the fields of the lord The bombs will appear You could have changed your destinations But his parents sold not for just In the same war camps Your tears will fall But the war is no ours master And you don't have the strenght To fight alone And you might not even have bee born To generate so much sadness through the war