Why do we wake to a world made of pain?
Children of sorrow, inheriting blame
Cities in fire, the truth buried deep
Promises broken we're forced now to keep

Tell me who profits, who's leading the game
Who holds the matches, who fans every flame

Crimson questions burn in the sky
No more lies, no more alibis
Crimson questions, hear the cry
Why do the innocent die?

Marching like shadows, we follow commands
Blood on the soil, but clean are their hands
Preachers of order, dealers of war
Building their thrones on the crushed and the poor

Faces of power, smiling in gold
Selling us fear, buying control

Crimson questions burn in the sky
No more lies, no more alibis
Crimson questions, hear the cry
Why do the innocent die?

If there is justice, where has it gone?
If there is mercy, why carry on?

Crimson questions burn in the sky
No more lies, no more alibis
Crimson questions, hear the cry
Why do the innocent die?