Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow

But it's not the fear 'cos I'd rather go now

Trying to visualize the horrors that will lay ahead

The desert sand mound a burial ground.

When it comes to the time

Are we partners in crime?

When it comes to the time

We'll be ready to die.

God let us go now and finish what's to be done

Thy kingdom come

Thy shall be done

On earth.

Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go

Should we live and let live

Forget or forgive.

But how can we let them go on this way?

The reign of terror, corruption must end

And we know, deep down there's no other way

No trust, no reasoning, no more to say.

Afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid to shoot strangers.

Afraid... afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid... afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid... afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid... afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid... afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid... afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid... afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid...

Afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid to shoot strangers.