In the hearts of men In the arms of mothers In the parts we play to convince others We know what we're doing We're doing it right May have written books on the subject But then you may still be surprised By your tone over the phone To your sister while

No remorse No repent We don't care what it meant Another day Another death Another sorrow Another breath War without end No mercy for what we are doing No thought to even what we have done We don't need to feel the sorrow No remorse for the helpless one