For whom the gun tolls
  For whom the prey weeps
  Bow before a war
  
  Call it religion
  Some wounds never heal
  Some tears never will
  Dry for the unkind
  Cry for mankind
  
  Even the dead cry
  -Their only comfort
  Kill your friend. I don't care
  Orchid kids.blinded stare
  
  Need to understand
  No need to forgive
  No truth no sense left to be followed
  
  Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old
  friend
  Time to die. Poor mates.
  You made me want what I am !
  
  In this world full of a million religions everyone
  Prays the same way
  Your praying is in vain
  It'll be over soon
  
  Father help me. Save me a place by your side
  There is no god
  Our creed is but for ourselves
  -Not a hero unless you die
  Our species eat the wounded ones
  -Drunk with the blood of our victims
  I do feel your-pity-wanting pain
  Lust for fame, a deadly game
  
  -Run away with xour impeccable kin!
  
  -Good wombs hath borne bad sons...
  Cursing. God why?
  Falling for every lie
  Survivors guilt
  In us forevermore
  Redeemers of this world
  Dwell in hyporicy
  How were we supposed to knwo