Turning Point

Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars
Centuries of strife and what was it all for

Because you're oppressed doesn't mean in time
You can't turn your coat and join them in their crime

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Children armed with guns and teenaged widows mourn
Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they're born

Scream your rebel yells: You've got to die well for the cause
Sense of self long lost while the revolution calls

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars
Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they're born

When the killing's done, it's all remained the same
Power over people; pawns in the master game

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Requiem

Victory or death for the glory of war in the name of the people and love of one's country
In the name of the people and love of one's country?
So passes the glory of the world
Rest in peace