(child singing random words)nnWhen the baby yawn meets the violence of war, nin the green sea, which was the deep blue before.nThey'll give freely what they can never get back.nThey don't think, they just seem to do as they're told.nnI can't do it anymore. You will think for yourself.nnStop the presses, the press is corrupt.nIf there's not a story they'll just make somethin' up.nThey believe in an eye abovenand for some reason it doesn't preach love.nnThere's no way out, other than just being better, know I'm here every step of the way.