Wednesday, May 18th 1994    Does anyone remember what all of this fighting's for?   All this senseless blood shed, all this fucking death   You oly know statistics who now take their dying breath   Can anyone see an end to this putrid fucking war?   Does it now seem any closer than it did the year before?   A year has now gone by and the battlefield's still red   The only thing that's changed is the number of the dead   All of the children born in bloodshed will be lucky to survive   Will they be just more than memories when it's 1995?   The battlefield's still red   They call it "ethnic cleansing"   But it's just like before   This is racial murder   It's not a fucking war   The battlefield's still red   Little girls are stripped and they're beaten to the floor   Systematically raped by soldiers and they fucking call this war   Their mothers are sent through minefields, all humanity's been lost   How many lives will this year claim in this modern day holocaust?   The battlefield's still red   They call it 'ethnic cleansing'   But it's just like before   This is racial murder    It's not a fucking war   The battlefield's still red