[Intro]
[Bridge]
[Pre-Intro]
Why are there wars, tell me why?
Why do people die – what’s the reason, why?
Just for power, for money, for a moment of fame,
But in the end there’s just ashes… and silence remains.
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(Part 1)
Children with no future, tears on their face,
Mothers still hoping, but hope loses its place.
Sirens in the night, no one sleeps anymore,
And somewhere someone decides what we’re dying for.
They talk about peace, but they’re sending out guns,
Building up walls instead of bridges for us.
One man against another – who wanted this fight?
Is a life really worth less than gold in their sight?
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(Pre-Hook)
Tell me when did it all go wrong?
When did we lose where we belong?
Why doesn’t a heartbeat matter today?
Why is power the only way?
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(Hook)
Why are there wars, tell me why?
Why do people die – what’s the reason, why?
Just for power, for money, for a moment of fame,
But in the end there’s just ashes… and silence remains.
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(Part 2)
Do you see the pictures? Do you feel the pain?
Or is it just normal in this world we’ve made?
One push of a button – and a life disappears,
While someone up high calls it “strategy” here.
Borders are lines that we drew in the sand,
But blood has no country, no flag, no land.
We’re all the same, but we tear us apart,
For ideas that fade and leave scars in the heart.
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(Bridge)
What if we stopped all the hate?
What if it wasn’t too late?
What if we all understood,
We’re just humans… lost for good?
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(Hook – more intense)
Why are there wars, tell me why?
Why do people die – what’s the reason, why?
Just for power, for money, for a moment of fame,
But in the end there’s just silence… and nothing remains.
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(Part 3)
Tanks rolling slow through the ruins and dust,
Children grow up learning hate before trust.
No playgrounds left, just rubble and pain,
And the sky turns red from the endless rain.
Who pulls the strings, who runs the show?
Who decides which lives get to grow?
A pen on paper, a faceless command,
And thousands of souls fade out of this land.
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(Part 4)
Soldiers with tears, but they don’t let them fall,
They’ve been told feelings don’t matter at all.
They fight for a flag, for a piece of cloth,
But deep in their minds they’re already lost.
And somewhere a man sits safe and warm,
With power in his hands, untouched by the storm.
He talks about strength, about victory and right,
But never sees graves in the dead of the night.
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(Epilogue)
And when the last bullet finally falls,
And silence is louder than all of it all,
We stand there alone – between guilt and regret,
With blood on our hands we’ll never forget.
And we ask once more: “Was it worth all this pain?”
For borders, for power, for empty gain?
But the answer comes softly, like a whisper too late:
No victory on earth can undo what we break… it’s too
[Outro]
