Point your finger, raise your voice And give to no one a chance to have a choice Manipulate them Like they are little boys Proceed with lying, kill them with trust And let them sink and memories to rust Perished by silence And words that turned to dust And as we sink into the wells of war The silence breaks by our mothers' cry Our broken bodies are leaving this world But as we knew the soul didn't die (And as you feared, the soul never dies) That's how it's ending, as it began With an unpleasant, unsatisfying run Powered with anger and no regret Destroyed torn and left Always we praise, devils we feed Just to accomplish our apathetic need Pouring and spoiling The love that we receive The soul didn't die - Leaving this world Our mothers' cry – The wells of war The soul never dies – We sink into the wells of war