Six million souls lost to thin air
Are wandering the earth again
Lives, not numbers
All these ghosts, sons of mothers
History is empty arms
It`s just one thing after another
And slowly we follow behind our boys
One day I`ll have a child of my own
How will I tell him, oh
This world, this world it is a good place
How will I hide the fear from my face
How do you sleep with all that you`ve done
Sending somebody else`s son to die
For things no one believes in
Saluting your own charade
As we line up in this heartless parade