I'm callin' this the love crusade,
The truth is like a black bouquet,
Money's got us all enslaved,
The bullets and the bombs we make, Oh no,
It doesn't have to be this way,
But I promise it'll stay this way,
If you would rather hear me say,
That everything is all ok,
I don't care for your drugs, I don't care for your fame,
Do you care for the truth if you're not entertained?
I can see through your eyes, I can see through your pain,
And you're scared to admit you feel out of place,