The ovens throw an awful heat
The worst the world has known
They pry the gold right from your teeth
Before they burn your bones
When distance and difference
Turn to hate
Horror incinerates
In the name of state

Where is the peace
They’re still waging war
While we wonder what for

Your skin strips tissue thin
Beneath a hot black rain
You fall and you crawl while wishing
For innocence again
When distance and difference
Turn to hate
Horror hangs up a cloud
That never dissipates

Where is the peace
They’re still waging war
While we wonder what for

The runners’ route, the market square
The subways and cafes
The bomber’s blast plucks innocents
From ordinary days
When distance and difference
Turn to hate
Horror hunts aimlessly
For the terror it creates

Where is the peace
They’re still waging war
While we wonder what for

An eye for an eye makes everyone blind
You think we might have learned this time

Where is the peace
They’re still waging war
While we wonder what for
What for

What For