See the children crying Another day to raid their soul Face down in the dirt Feel their pain as they moan I can’t explain I can’t explain these things that cross my mind Everyday it’s the same old thing I can’t explain, these things that I feel Everyday it’s the same old Mothers are crying Bow down on bended knee Praying to their god But it has no sympathy I can’t explain I can’t explain these things that cross my mind Everyday it’s the same old thing I can’t explain, these things that I feel Everyday it’s the same old You have nowhere to run You have nowhere to hide You have nowhere to run Yeah Blood on the fields Bodies on killing ground Torment your soul Prepare to eat your last meal