To me, war is like going blind,
When the people have died.
When the guns have all chimed,
The heads will all mourn
No peace left to find.
Just like chess,
It’s a strategy.
You make your moves
To conquer me.
Piece by piece,
You claim the board,
While the blood keeps
Raining to the floor.
Losing your blood in a very cruel way,
While the ones who create it
Look away.
As most people suffer,
You say it’s okay—
But who pays the price
At the end of the day?
War’s a game to you,
Something you choose not to lose.
But when it’s time to go,
It’s just one big TV show.
War’s a game to you,
Played with lives you never knew.
When the final curtains fall,
Who will answer for it all?
When people get wounded and maimed,
Feeling every destructive pain,
Their broken bodies bear the blame
For orders shouted in another name.
Why don’t you stop
walk in their shoes for a while?
Feel the pain and agony
Of every child.
Look into their empty eyes—
Can you face what you deny?
Would you still call it victory
If you had to watch them die?
What’s wrong with you?
Can’t you feel?
I agree, no one’s the same.
But beneath the flags,
Beneath the steel,
Every wound still burns the same.
War’s a game to you,
Something you choose not to lose.
But when it’s time to go,
It’s just one big TV show.
War’s a game to you,
Played with lives you never knew.
When the final curtains fall,
Who will answer for it all?
But who is to blame
For the destruction
Of your own blood?
Who feeds the flame
And calls it justice
When the innocent are done?
To me
War is like going blind.
War is like going blind.
War is like leaving
Their whole world behind