Your money is mine alone

Your life belongs to me

Inside my walls

I make laws

Use your hands to weave

Do not eat the bread

That is not yours

The day is just beginning

And so is your hell

We have plans for your hearts

We know that your mind

Is far from here

In the fields of the lord

The bombs will appear

You could have changed your destinations

But his parents sold out for just

In the same war camps

Your tears will fall

But the war is no ours master

And you don't have the strenght

To fight alone

And you might not even have bee born

To generate so much sadness through the war