Too far above   Too far below    Situation worsened an hour ago   Standing still as worlds collide   Governments with too much pride   They'll have no regrets   It's easy to have apathy   They'll have their war   And they will have no sympathy       They'll paint their faces on the walls   On the flags they hold so high    Our say don't mean much anymore    They'll paint their faces on the walls    On the flags they hold so high   When will our say be more than words      Sacrament and sacrilige   Are second to an oil rig   Shots ring out all around    Soldiers stop to load another round      We can stand on our own two feet again