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