Arrêtez

Cowards quoting fables, sending love on the run.

Wet eyes staring back at a burnt, black sun.

And with no clear target, no country of one,

Revenge is just futile, the real struggle, just begun.

So drop the bomb on us all.

All hope is lost.

We'll pay the price.

We'll suffer the cost.

Do they not feel as I do, or is feeling their flaw?

Just pull over at the next red light, and open my door.

I wish to wander to fields.

To circle some crops.

To imagine a world.

Where all this madness, just stops.