Lyric

I'm afraid and I'm sorry

For the children and the trees

I'm afraid and I'm sorry

For the deterrence theory

Is a lie dressed up as might

A shadow that steals the light

It is totally out of my sight

And makes me deep sigh

Some call it a balance

I call it a grave

The world is not our owned

Pawn to save or to break

When the threat is in the air

When I know that no one cares

We choose to be here

And we choose today

Anyway

We speak of high strategy

Of red lines and of deals

But we see the billions wasted

On the weaponry it wields

Every warhead is a school unfunded

A hungry mouth ungiven

Every missile is a promise broken

A future unforgiven

While the fear we've manufactured

Chills me to the bone

We are the fuel for Cold War fire

The footnote in neon god's plan

But a new generation's rising

To reclaim the world with their own hand

But a new generation's rising

To reclaim the world from its hand

Look around you

See the faces

Feel the sun upon your skin

This is the life they gamble with

This is the hope within

If the mathematics of destruction

Is the only logic left

Then we'll tear down the equations

Before the world is cleft

We will not be statistics

We will not be the dust

Our survival is a matter

Of profound trust

While the fear we've manufactured

Chills me to the bone

We are the fuel for our Cold War fire

The footnote in neon god's plan

But a new generation's rising

To reclaim the world from its hand