"clapping"
For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
- Their only comfort
Kill your friend, I don`t care
Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand
No need to forgive
No truth no sense left to be