He loves love, does he love?
He thinks dreamers are stupid,
He lives in concrete.
Every morning he wakes up and kills God.

Dreams more solid than life,
or life too solid to dream.
You hate each other
you hate me.

Can you tell, do you know?
What is right for him is poison to her soul!
The world he lives in holds no hope for her,
His love is empty, she needs freedom from sin!

He says All we have is love.
And for those who live without?
for those who have no reason to live?
if in his world they must?

The denial of his world is no less true than that
of her side, dreamers of death and justice.
Happiness and the ray of hope,
that they drink so readily are not for all.

You are not right! Wrong! Wrong! I hate your blind faith!
You cannot be right! Wrong! Wrong! I hate your poisonous lies!
You would have me lay aside my mind? My life!
You would have me lay aside my hope? My life!

Go ahead, go ahead and kill.
Go ahead and try to conquer each other.
You see each other as liars who would kill the truth.
Fine. Just don’t bring your battleground to me.

(I’m scorched earth as it is!)