The State Of Things To Come

As I write these words from the comfort of my own home Speechless in disbelief at the horrors that are shown Media attention hiding behind religion Call it what you will The writing's on the wall Hope and devastation Masses in desperation The occupied fighting to exist There is no end in sight Second thought or compromise This war machine leaves nothing Feels nothing How can they justify these cycles of death The propaganda and lies we've been fed Human shields and crimes of war Lining their pockets with bodies As the nightmare presses on Media attention hiding behind religion Call it what what you will The writing's on the wall Hope and devastation Masses in desperation The occupied fighting to exist There is no end in sight Second thought or compromise This war machine leaves nothing Feels nothing How can they justify these cycles of death The propaganda and lies we've been fed How can they justify these cycles of death The propaganda and lies we've been fed Soaked in blood This world of pain Have you seen the news today Tune in to another nightmare Bodies burning in hospital beds Bodies burning in hospital beds Children screaming It's a lonely time to be young Bodies burning in hospital beds Bodies burning in hospital beds Children screaming It's a lonely time to be young