Don't talk to me about politics or religion...
This is war...
Open your eyes
Take a look outside
Tell me
What do you see?
Barricades
Destruction
Gunmen
On every street
Every day
They dig another grave
They got a body count
Right up to the sky
You can tell me
There's no simple solution
But what we got here now
Sure as hell ain't right
Living on the edge of the empire
Living on the edge of a broken dream...
Hear the voices whisper
Hear the voices scream
The people here
Always live in fear
Not knowing
Which way to run
So don't talk to me
About diplomacy
The only talk here
Is with bullets
And guns
Living on the edge of the empire...