This house of lies is stained in blood

Been tearing down our monuments

And now our hope has turned to fear

And it all seems so unclear.

A brother kills his own tonight

When will we know our wrong from right?

To me it seems that we have lost our sight

When we're blinded by our rights (and this is so surreal)

There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

Like a speeding train that'll never stop

Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

In a war that can't be won.

Poison water from the well to drink

Shots rain down in our city streets

And are we the land of the free?

Was it made for you and me? (and this is so surreal)

There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

Like a speeding train that'll never stop

Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

In a war that can't be won

It can't be won

In a war that can't be won.

Take the weight of your shoulders

Our crosses to bear

There's a black sun rising

You can feel it in the air

When we make our way to those pearly gates

Will we walk right in?

This is judgement day.

And it's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

Like a speeding train that'll never stop

Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

In a war that can't be won

It can't be won

In a war that can't be won

It can't be won.