It's like a disease, don'tcha know.
Oh, what an accomplishment it would be
To end all suffering, all pain, all misery
To give peace to so many
How righteous you must feel
No more children crying
No more mothers grieving
No more fathers screaming to the heavens in agony
Where only the peace remains
Hunger, disease, oppression
In a land of peace
These are unknowable
How righteous you must feel
Every generation, in the front of their minds
Hopes there will be no war in their time
Every generation has been betrayed
It is a problem of humanity
Every generation, in the back of their minds
Fears there will be a lasting peace
No generation has yet been betrayed
It was a problem of logistics
Oh, what an accomplishment it is
With the power of a god at your fingers
Giving peace to people who never asked
How righteous you must feel
Oh, what an accomplishment it would be
To end all suffering, all pain, all misery
To give peace to so many
How righteous you must feel
No more children crying
No more mothers grieving
No more fathers screaming to the heavens in agony
Where only the peace remains
Hunger, disease, oppression
In a land of peace
These are unknowable
How righteous you must feel
Every generation, in the front of their minds
Hopes there will be no war in their time
Every generation has been betrayed
It is a problem of humanity
Every generation, in the back of their minds
Fears there will be a lasting peace
No generation has yet been betrayed
It was a problem of logistics
Oh, what an accomplishment it is
With the power of a god at your fingers
Giving peace to people who never asked
How righteous you must feel
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