We are one God’s word sent down to earth We sit back and watch its birth So as the father sits and cry And the mother’s wailing high The poet’s pen is broken The soldier’s gun is shattered Songs of war and Songs of peace Jumbling together in a heap There they kill their kin And rape the child within The truth is spread by all who lie All you see, written on a whim So as the children march to war The mothers weep for none and all So as the children march to war In a land away so far The humble masses wither And the gods in heaven slither A million boots hits the street The people sing as the soldiers march The parade goes on and on More and more men are gone The crowd disappears and all that’s left Allah and God as one on a throne Like a schizophrenic child They sit and tell each other lies Both hope they are the real deal

The Sheperd Shifting in the sands Down where the mermaids live Children weeping in the street Churchbells calling the new day in The shepherds whistling a merry tune As the wolfs draws close And the stormy clouds approach The sheep bleating in expense But the merry tune goes on So as the mermaids dance and flutter And the wolfs goes a-killin’ The shepherd plays his merry tune While his guitar is a gun And freedom’s in his aim He cannot see what’s before his eyes Freedom is so fragile He plays the last tune and screams: I am but a shepherd

Madness What is evil, if not madness? Does it make sense to hurt for joy, Or kill the ones you love? Does the widow kill its mate out of spite, Or the lion out of rage? We are the ones that kill for joy For greed and fun and all that goes So you who build the gears of war Can laugh and laugh as we hit the floor