We are dying far from home Falling like a moth, always alone It's disheartening look at the fire And see our colleagues burning Outbursts of anger broke the bone Feeding the dissensions of the throne Underserved lives Became memories of newborn Don't listen the backbiting of the warrior He guides us with a little unreasonableness Because the magic of the soldier Is the war of unrighteousness This is my earnest concern You fail to discern That politically blind hearts don't think They just whistle what the guts sing What is the life span of a moth? Is a man's life too short? How much are both of their lives worth? Will death come from above? What is the life span of a moth? Will man become a rock? How much is a man's life worth? How much is a moth's life worth? Will death come (come from above?) (Come from above?) (Come from above?) (Come from above?) Will death come (come from above?)