War

Written by：David Bendeth/Nick Martin/Kellin Quinn

This house of lies is stained in blood

Been tearing down our monuments

And now our hope has turned to fear

And it all seems so unclear

A brother kills his own tonight

When will we know our wrong from right

To me it seems that we have lost our sight

When we're blinded by our rights

And this is so surreal

There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

Like a speeding train that'll never stop

Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

In a war that can't be won

Poison water from the well to drink

Shots rain down in our city streets

And are we the land of the free

Was it made for you and me

And this is so surreal

There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

Like a speeding train that'll never stop

Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

In a war that can't be won

It can't be won

In a war that can't be won

Take the weight off your shoulders

Is to bear

There's a black sun rising

You can feel it in the air

When we make our way to those pearly gates

Will we walk right in

This is judgement day

And it's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

Like a speeding train that'll never stop

Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

In a war

In a war that can't be won

In a war

In a war

It can't be won

In a war

In a war that can't be won

It can't be won