Within a plate of armor

Beneath a darkened sky

Fighting fire with fire

Grieving for the dead

Can you think of any reason...

Anyway that we could live without this madness

Can we do without the lies

Can we make a better world without the gun and knife?

Why can't we rest in pieces

And stop this tug-of-war

Too many lines drawn (in the sand)

Can't imagine how it ends

Can you think of any reason...

Any reason we should heave another missile

Taking an eye for an eye

Or can we make a modern world without the gun and knife?

The world is full of little people

They have to take a back seat

They're trying to stay above water

But every pressure pulls them underneath