Heaven help the soul that's severed   From the place where it belongs   Caught up in the mindless struggle   Of the weak against the strong   Headlights along the border   Keep the peace, their law and order      Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?   It's their kind of strength, their only defense   An imaginary line      Just a kid and his younger brother   Headed for the wire   Had no rights in the telescopic sights   Of the vigilante's rifle fire   But now he's buried on the border   Where the rivers are blood not water      Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?   It's their kind of truth, it can only be proved   With imaginary lines      In times like these concernin'   Who decides which bridge is burnin'   Don't fall for map readin'   Just make sure that you're still breathin'      After the dreadful lines were drawn   The children would dream of the pearls   And how beautiful they were   Year after year they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon   Hoping that the oysters would come back      They risked everything   Their homes, families and meager possessions   To search for the pearls, to make sure   They were heavy enough to reach the bottom   The children tied stones to their backs, many of them died      Streams of blood and broken bodies   Rose to the surface of the lagoon   And the lagoon cried, cried, cried, cried      Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?   It's their kind of strength, their only defense   An imaginary line      Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?   It's their kind of truth, it can only be proved   With imaginary lines      Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?   It's their kind of strength, their only defense   An imaginary line