When our flesh is broken by violent acts
Scavengers scrounge the human remains
Nothing can make us ever live again
The Angel of Death too busy in his task
What can be found worth dying in war
In such a world the first shall come last
Scavengers scrounge the human remains
Nothing can make us ever live again
The Angel of Death too busy in his task
What can be found worth dying in war
In such a world the first shall come last
“I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up
wars for young men to die in.” George McGovern