The Arrivals - Children's Crusade lyrics

The men and their mysteries do promise a proud grave The gods to preserve The bounty of souls to save Telling kids this life, it's not important Telling them this life, it's not important Saying "Boy your life, it's not important" So he will carry their bomb A novel idea: There's a market for life, say And young men will die in proportion to what we'll pay So we wait for the golden time Yes we wait for the perfect time To spread a great lie Rewards of holy kinds Telling them this life, it's not important Telling them this life, it's not important Telling them this life, it's not important Telling them this life, it's not important Telling them this life, it's not important Telling them this life, it's not important