There’s silence on the Western Front
And it’s like the calm before the storm 
Because why are they not fighting back
I can feel the heat get warm
As the race that’s never run
Gets closer and closer to the sun 
And one day it’s gonna blow us to bits
Supernova before it quits
And I’m watching these scenes 
In retribution for their screams
Now the children slaughtered
And the people without water
As they drink the land dry
What must it be like to know you’re gonna die
At the hand of the powers that be
And people watch but do they see
When it’s a screen 
And the dream
Stirs and wakes
And the earth quakes 
Like rumbling thunder
But all the people who are lying under
The rubble
Are the one suffering from the trouble
That lives in all of our hearts
As the white can’t stain themselves dark 
To pretend they know what it’s like in the park
That contains 
The pains 
Of the oppressed
And they tell me; get up and get dressed
And put yourself together 
But somewhere in the heather
Is a hue I can’t feign
Please save the people from the rain