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This war is a lieJudge the righteous from their place on highBut I wonder who they'd blameIf their ivory towers were set aflame And how did it seemTo watch 9/11 on a tv screen?While we lived through itCity's burning in a fiery pit We march across the killing fieldsWe set the laws with swords and shieldOur funeral pyres light up the skyWe send our children off to die Treacherous paths we walk aloneOur hands and hearts have turned to stoneThese are the chances that we takeThe sacrifices we must make Now a shaky handBrings the news from a far off landThis man, they cut him downSpilled his blood on foreign ground His loss should be a signOf valor to those left behindThe end, the letter read"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead". Aus Songtexte Mania