The Art Of Apathy

Bullets, bombs, tanks and guns

Peace, war, hate, love

Slowly burning, burning out

Slowly falling, falling down

It keeps on getting worse

Running back

Beating on the walls

You fools will kill us all

That man is no hero

Merely a pawn

There is pure evil

And we fuel the fire

Yeah we fuel the fire every day

Every day

So think about, think about your dreams

Think about, the future that we will leave

Think about your children, think about your family

Think about everything, it will soon be gone

It will soon be gone

It will soon be gone