Thank you, it's a new one...
Come, you masters of war,
you that build the big guns
You that build the death planes,
you that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls,
you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
while the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud
Let me ask you one question is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgivenеss?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All thе money you made will never buy back your soul
And I'll watch
while you're lowered down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
'til I'm sure that you're dead