Tell me, does death pose a threat When peace is a long drawn out war Hanging in the hands of withering ghosts And sleeping monarchs, who know all too clearly That a lie can kill the same way a gun does. And they speak a million truths hidden behind The glorious mountains of lies That divide the betrayed and unite the betrayer All for a little bit of the peace That we lost when we were busy Making our culture. Tell me again, does death pose a threat, When peace is what we´re all dying for?
Battlefields.
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