They say cuts the throats of the ones you love.

Obey, obey, obey.

They say cut the lines to the to the hearts so full.

Obey, obey, obey.

Reload the guns and shut down the terror.

That's what they all say.

That's what they say, as they cut down the trees, scar the land, blow it sky-high.

And what do I hear?

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Guns rattle through round after round of ammo.

And what do I think?

As the people fall to the crimson soaked ground,

thumping softly as they die.

And what do I think?

As the bombs deafen me and the people they incinerate.

And what do I think?

As the houses burn and turn to hot ash, mingling with the ash of corpses.

And what do I think?

"Obey, obey, obey."