Children of Fall - Carte Blanche текст песни

How did it come to this? Children, aflame with fury and gasoline
It'sa sign of the times, like the Apaches over Palestine
No hope, no family, no self-determination, no future
The hate wasn't there but it sure was spawned
This is history not as an excuse, but as an explanation
Because this was always a war of aggression, to call it self defence
is to spit on the graves of a people denied its existance
This is not a matter of choosing sides, of being for or against one or the other
but of seeing each action takes for what it really is
Each drop of blood on the ground
In the refugee ghettos
In the city markets
Each drop of blood on the ground, spilt for what?
It is twice a tragedy, once for the lives lost, and once for the cold hearted rhetoric
of guilt-ridden intellectuals far, far away
Pointing long European fingers of blame, there's always someone else to fight their battles
All hail this global industry of fear
In this war there are no heroes to be found, forget about cause and effect
and throw another pitcher of oil on the fire, nothing can effect their cause
So one side eat the bullets, the other eat the fear, the hawks decide the rules
and their unlikely supporters cheer. Who's the romantic now?