Chained to the Past

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 …