War, what's the name of the game?
Flying egos, leading the way
The weakest link makes the longest chains
If all of us felt the pain, of a chemical bayonet
Just as you felt your life slipping, draining away
Crack a smile for unborn children
All of us Mad Hatter's
Looking for a peace of mind
Holding on to soft skin
And all that satisfies
But the real thing always flies
Say goodbye, don't stay behind
We'll lose our evils in the sky
Heed the sign and join the line
No cutting in the middle
If there's no god, we'll be divine
Life, see a man and a wife
Yellow liver and knife
Cutting sharp on a cubicle
Create a sphere, a submarine
A submarine packed with fears
Hiding in vain
And if we let them all fall like rain
There'd be a tempest running amok
A flood reaching higher than the largest rock.