Seems like every day that all your guns are gone
As you try to keep your sight
Every sound cuts though your mind
Your heart beats are a waste of time
Will these medals save you now
As your brother hits the ground

Please stand and see
We're dying to be free
Our eyes set to the skies
When will words of hope arrive

Every time you fire away
Smoking shells of hate will stay
And until your dying day
This painful curse remains
Signs of hope won't come your way
Words are dead and no voice to pray
Have these medals saved you now
As your brother makes no sound

Please stand and see
We're dying to be free
Our eyes set to the skies
When will words of hope arrive

This is your final chance, it's up to you
This is your final chance, it's up to you
This is your final breath
This is your final breath

With our guns raised up high
And our eyes set to the skies
Bullet shells consume our minds
When will words of hope arrive