We learn to walk, we learn to fight, We never question whether wrong or right. We draw the lines, we name the foe, We reap the harvest of the hate we sow. The flags go up, the flags come down. In another city, in another town. It’s the same old story with a different name, Endless hatred, endless blame. And the ones who give the orders Never bleed for their borders, They just commit every sin, And hide from us the mess they’re in. We light the same old fuse, Won't let it end, We just fill the graves And then we kill again. Every generation pays For the sins of the last, Constrained by hate, We are chained to the past. A mother screams and her children run; If bombs are falling, then nobody’s won. Then cameras roll on a mother’s grief; War is the world’s most patient thief. We send the young to hold the line, We dress war up, we make it shine. Call it duty, call it pride Until we learn that our leaders lied. And the ones who give the orders Never bleed for their borders, They just commit every sin, And hide from us the mess we’re in. We light the same old fuse, Won't let it end, We just fill the graves And then we kill again. Every generation pays For the sins of the last, Constrained by hate, We are chained to the past. How many more Before we see That the enemy Looks like you and me How many graves, How many names, Before we stop Playing deadly games. We light the same old fuse, Won't let it end, We just fill the graves And then we kill again. Every generation pays For the sins of the last, Constrained by hate, We are chained to the past. Constrained by hate … Chained to the past … Let it go … Let it go …
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