We fight a blinded game

Victory masking the shame

The crowd doesn't have a name

For men lost to their fathers

Soldiers killed by their brothers

Warriors wounded by their mothers

We fight a losing game

Where blood stains the land

Where the crowd doesn't take a stand

Just the good and the bad

Fighting hand in hand

Failing to understand death

Falling to their knees

Losing their lives for blinded white lies

Now nothing can appease 

This Hell we have brought to us

This War on Happiness