war is old so we don't feel it nownwe broke the berlin wall but we make no soundnwhat's a word of truth when you can't be truento anyone or yourselfnanyone's got truth it's not the head that countsnnis our house still a boxnare we all still the samennconversation's old make's my fingers numbni never know what to saynmarx and engels plays think i'll be okncuz what's a word of truth when you can't be truento anyone or yourselfnanyone's got truth it's not the head that countsnnis our house still a boxnare we all still the samenwho is there left to blamenare we all still the samenni play the game hope that the day won't fade awaynstill i play the game watching the day just fade awaynni stay awake hope that the day don't fade