Isolated Youth - Warfare

Boy soldiers
Boy soldiers
Hand in hand
Hand in hand
Some are here to conquer
But most will fall
But none will flinch
And there will be no relief
For all the little pretty things you know
Were built by those who won’t fade
But surely burn

Break this world
Brave new world
I will hold my promise
Our wish will be heard

Boy soldiers
Boy soldiers
Push any needs aside
In the arms of each other
The concrete will fade
Beauty restored
By our hands
Celebrate the destruction
Throw stones at bricks
Hand in hand
Flames and flowers