Put a name to the number
Put a face to the casualty
It feels like war should be a sin
Because their dreams die with them

What have you to say in your defense?
"I have done the right thing once again"
I sentence you to live without a future
Without any hopes or asparations
I setence you to live without freedom
Because their dreams died with them

We could've had another Bach, or Mozart
He could've been a Picasso, a king with his art
She could've been a singer, she'd have brought you to your knees
They could've been the greatest, and now they're gone

The numbers mean nothing
De-humanize
The bodies lying there are "animated" to us
We live in an age when art is dying
If you listen closly you'd catch Van Gogt crying
I bet our forefathers are spinning in their graves
Mulling over the mistakes our leaders have made
But how can you replace a dreamer
When all their dreams have died

Fighting for freedom never killed so many?Revolution against the former King
Many dead but a face was still there
You knew the name of your captor, and of his demise
Now the numbers are growing, their killing their own
And what can I say to change your heart?
The mission is righteous, the execution is falacious

We should have had another satirist
Another dreamer in science to drive us to the skys
We now have none of this
Because they all have died

Apologies stained in the blood of the responsible
Mean nothing now
The dreamers are gone and with them their dreams
Their life is too far gone
Let us hope and pray that on a glorious day
They will walk with the chosen to hear us say
"This wasn't our decision, we didn't want it this way"

Put a name to the number
Put a face to the casualty
It feels like war should be a sin
Because their dreams die with them