The Rich Man

(Intro is snippets from news stations about the war) Somehow, I think I'm going home Even though my friends can't reach me I don't know how I ended up alone All I know is you can't save me They only asked us to believe They only wanted us to follow I think, I'm old enough to see I think, I'm going home tomorrow I believe in Sinners and hypocrites Burning in the desert for a rich man Liars and lunatics Lead us to the slaughter for our last stand Killers and maniacs Dying in the desert for a rich man Sinners and hypocrites Gather us together for the master plan I didn't bother with my faith How will my family recognize it Somehow, I think I'm goin' home But I still can't comprehend it I know, I don't want to die But I know dying will not end it I believe in Sinners and hypocrites Burning in the desert for a rich man Liars and lunatics Lead us to the slaughter for our last stand Killers and maniacs Dying in the desert for a rich man Sinners and hypocrites Gather us together for the bastards I know the truth is all a lie My skin is cracking on my lips I don't pretend that I can understand Why we are doing this My heart has bled a thousand times How will I live with what we've done The only comfort is the knowledge That I'm not the only one Why am I here What did I do Why, why, why, why Why, why, why