The age of empty hearts

A polished man in tie, dress shoes, And pressed-out clothes. Beside his cave-born ancestor, Both of them exposed. They killed and caused their suffering as they had Been taught By some old tribal leader Or the father who begot. Our children will inherit this world, A world that looks like a shooting range. There'll be nothing left for them at all. Still, children will keep breeding hate. Before we show them everything ourselves, From the cradle, we taught them kill. They knew no other way to live. We taught them to trust the Grown-ups still. How much more pain before we finally Understand? How much more fear before we rise and make A stand? How long will this age Of empty hearts persist? When will the wars at last Be brought to an end? Our children will inherit this world, A World that looks like a shooting range. They'll have to learn how to pull the trigger, Play crooked games with rules That change. The eternal order tells them how to live. They'll have to make friends with death and lies. An age of awakening, an impossible dream. Wherever you sail, you'll Crash on the reef. How much more pain before we finally Understand? How much more fear before we rise and make A stand? How long will this age Of empty hearts persist? When will the wars at last Be brought to an end? How much more pain before we finally Understand? How much more fear before we rise and make A stand? How long will this age Of empty hearts persist? When will the wars at Last Be brought to an end?