Texty: Ayreon. Waracle.

AYREON SINGS OF THE USELESSNESS OF THE COUNTLESS WARS TO COME,
AND THE ABSURDITY OF THE FINAL ANNIHILATION BY THE PUSH OF JUST ONE BUTTON
BY JUST ONE MAN.

[AYREON:]
echoes of a thousand screams
smoke, blood and fire
a deserted battlefield
millions of men will die
at one man's desire
and the docile mass will yield

all through the ages
men will die before their time
in an everlasting war
as long as man is taught
that war is not a crime
man will fight for evermore

out of the ashes
a war-lord will arise
and tyrannize the land
his reign of terror
will cost many a sacrifice

an inferno is at hand

all through the centuries
men will be caged
in the name of liberty
as long as man shall live
wars will be waged
or will we ever be set free?
Set me free!

the road to ruin
gets shorter all the time
as technology will improve
it takes but one man
to commit the ultimate crime
and make the final move