Soldiers of Misfortune

I'd like to break free from here

It's gotten clear

The reasons have smeared

I'd like to break free from here

The land of the lonely

The reasons are phony

So pray! For the soldiers of misfortune

The soldiers of distortion

Dig a grave, yeah, oh!

I'd like to wake up from this dream

Can't we learn from history?

Why's it such a mystery?

I'd like to wake up from this dream, mm

A world where they don't scream

A world without misery

So pray! For the soldiers of misfortune

The soldiers of distortion

Hold a parade again, oh

I'd like to wake up in a dream

Where they don't scream

Without misery

Pray! For the soldiers of misfortune

For the soldiers of distortion

Dig a grave!

Pray! For the soldiers of misfortune

For the soldiers of distortion

So hold a parade!

Over there, over there

And I won't come back

When it's over, over there

Over there, over there

Over there

(You won't come back)

(You won't come back)