their world peace is a world that's blown to pieces

and it's this that leaves me sleepless

they're the reason
that the streams flow crimson
perfect for dissent to drown in

this world
the victim of their actions

guess who's the ammunition in their cannons

and while we dream amerikan
others are conscious
building coffins
and wondering where the love went
and if it ever did exist

don't fall for the tricks
we are them
building our own coffins
giving birth to orphans

the ammunition in rich men's cannons
pointed at ourselves
wrapped in different skin

well, i refuse to be the reason
that the streams flow crimson

some say,
"the world can't wait!"
and i believe 'em