Four Egos, One War

(leadvocals by Guy Manning)

Give me a moment to assess the facts, I'll make my decision on how we act

If anyone can help me just let me know, I'm writing the script for a prime-time show

If my friends say it's OK I can attack, support from my own is all I lack

I only need approval for what I do, from the ones who beg my approval too

Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave

Searching for security or anything that we can save

Back in the real world where sky meets land, the missles succeed in the task at hand

We don't see amputations on the screen, just enjoy the bangs, ignore the screams

Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave

Searching for security or anything that we can save

Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try

To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time

IV: Mine

(leadvocals by Jakko M. Jakszyk)

With all the weapons of the modern world around me all I'm left with is my guitar

It's not as if a generation's gonna sit down and listen, it's been tried before and only got so far

But it feels all right, and I won't hurt anyone tonight

Just want to put things in perspective yeah, take a chance and learn another point of view

Learn to make myself selective yeah, with the truth, 'cos nothing else will do

With all the armies of the modern world on my side, fighting for "my right to speak"

It seems the ammunition's falling in the wrong place, 'cos no-one's ever listened to me

But it feels all right, and there's every chance that I'll survive the night

They like to sit back and ignore me yeah, like a billion other different points of view

They sent a weapon to destroy me yeah, and its next target looks an awful lot like you

Running round in circles from the cradle to the grave

Searching for security or anything that we can save

It takes four egos to start one war, throw in some weapons, devise a cause

The media reports it, the politicians lead, I write songs about it, so all of us can feed

Throwing metal at the sky, seeing where it lands and try

To convince the ones who put us here, that this is what we planned for all the time