Look across this line what do you see?

All I can see are these men shooting at me

And oh look im shooting back oh look, do you see?

Oh on both sides we are dying

Their death a martyr for them and my friends death a martyr for me

I kill them its an example, as long as they dont make an example out of me

Oh look im hit im bleeding im I think i’m dying

Laying on my side shouting for my mommy

Mommy do you know I am lying here dying

But please be happy cause I am dying a hero's death,

Don’t you see, at least, that’s what they will say on tv

As the Press will press and press a story out of me

But it won't be the story of my lying dying shouting for my mommy

It will be a story to make out a hero who died fighting

Fighting who?

Well don't you see?

the same men who are dying because of me

I look hard but I don't see, I don't see the difference between them and me

Not anymore at least. We all seem pretty equal while we lie here dying in fact across the line they look identical me

Why did it take so long to see, to see this insanity

Everytime one of us dies whether on their side or mine someone else takes our place with twice the anger and twice the hate.

The anger the anger is from the fear the we have that our loved one's will be the next dying

The hate the hate is from our grief for our loved one's, the one's who did die fighting

But it is impossible to ever get even when both sides have the exact same feeling

Don't they see their is no scale

you can't measure his death on one side and mine are the other

Neither will ever be equal

The beam of this cosmic scale you tried to measure us on will keep bending, bending, bending

till it breaks

Snap right in half leaving us with nothing a broken scale, misery and if possible even more hate .