Standing in a field of green Looking for a blade of grass Squeaking like we all got clean Hoping that this age will pass And it's a wrong road That we're all on And we see this And we see this But we tear apart everything My sweetheart What will remain? If you flout it If you flout it You flout it all Tolerate lies Push the button and everyone dies It's the lack of a singular thing That a weapon could bring To put love in the eyes of us all Tell me now profit and war Are analogous. What am I for? Are the hazardous hands on the guns Just the same as the ones Using a testicular epithet indicative of what's wrong? And when the world ends Did we see this? Could we see this? But obliterate everything My sweetheart Can we lean more? To the left side To the left side To the left of everything Sitting in a field of green Looking at a hopeless dawn Sleeping is my only dream Seeing that this age will pass