I know it must be clear to you
What peace is left behind.
And even though it's yours to know,
You have me look to find,

(You fighting for peace)

That there's no love between you,
Only remedies of time.
And now you try to shoot
Each other with the smell of mind.

From the "Third World War" Album

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