Within a plate of armor
Beneath a darkened sky
Fighting fire with fire
Grieving for the dead
Do you think there's any reason...
Anyway to take away from all the madness
Can we do without the lies
Can we make a better world without the gun and knife?
Why can't we rest in pieces
And stop this tug-of-war
Too many lines drawn (in the sand)
Can't imagine how it ends
Can you think of any reason...
Any reason we should heave another missile
Taking an eye for an eye
Or can we make a better world without the gun and knife?
The world is full of little people
They have to take a back seat
They're trying to keep above water
But every pressure pulls them underneath
