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This war's a mother fucker

How many sons will will we kill today

On poors little brother

Tell me what the newsline from the ground



Your love is a killer

Killing all this love in me

We are so full of terror

Viscious kiss, your love is longing deep



Love love love wont starve

You don't

Love love love



Where the anger is hot

Where opinion is deep

Understanding is shot

Is dead, is dead, is dead

Where the linen is cheap

Where the weapons are not

Where all the mothers will be

Is dead, is dead, is dead

Will strike you down



Love love love

Will strike you down

Love love love



We're prone to a torture

I can't take it anymore

On poors little mother

Tell me what the newsline from the ground



Love love love

Love will strike you down

Love love will strike us down