When you have blood on your hands does it matter how it got there?
When remorse is lost, does it matter how it ends?
When an eye for an eye become the blind eyes of a child, does it matter who’s watching?
When bloody bodies become banal, does it matter if they’re swept away with the street? No?
Stop the war, stop stop the war before it’s all over
Stop the war, stop stop the war before it’s all over
When you’re displaced from your land, does it matter where the borders run?
When you’re languages have been destroyed, does it matter who has a voice?
When the scars of your hate bleed for generations, does it matter who’s won?
When you feel like you don’t belong, does it matter who feels as one? No?
Stop the war, stop stop the war before it’s all over
Stop the war, stop stop the war before it’s all over
Stop the war, stop stop the war before it’s all over, before we can’t recognise you anymore
Stop the war, stop stop the war before it’s all over
