The pilot in his plane crashes down to the earth.
Thinking what was this fight really worth?
Why did all these women and children have to die?
Are there any people left who can cry?
The man in the kitchen says: The strongest will live and the richest will smile.
Why struggle in life when you can relax for a while?
But in the corner of a living room the Angel sits and do not understand.
Telling the man that he can hide, hide, hide behind her walls in the sand.
Still a tear streams down the face of a bride to a pilot who died.
In the summer rain in a hole in which you can hide.
And in the light of a widescreen TV a child plays with his soldiers and tanks.
Which he got from his mom without as mush as a thanks.
Ones there was this kid who had a big hallucination.
About a peaceful and united nation.
Now he flies one of this nations proud planes.
Shooting at soldiers and their black and big trains.
The grass was surprisingly never greener on the other side of that wall.
And the gold was never brighter in that big golden hall.
Standing on a cliff looking out over the sea.
A bride stood looking out at the horizon for a sign or a key.
But then, as the credits rolled bye the child of a lie.
Took to the sky as if he was shy.
Running away from the shattering world.
Facing the clouds he was firing away suddenly to the ground he was hurled.
On the widescreen TV a man told a child to try life.
A man took his gun and his wife.
The stars all sang out for the poor.
And behind the wall...
There was a door.