In a nation on the brink of war,
The protests start as the banners soar,
A hatred burning within their core,
For the enemy that never existed,
¿?
Soldiers marching down the street,
Their loved ones begging at their feet,
In their heart they shall never retreat,
From the enemy that never existed,
¿?
The graves are dug for those who died,
With all the secrets they’ve had to hide,
And also those they said had spied,
For the enemy that never existed,
¿?
The preachers preach so do the nuns,
While they are blessing all the guns,
They claim the lord is one who shuns,
The enemy that never existed,
¿?
So upon the hour you hear the knell,
Your spirit will lie where your body fell,
And in your lost mind you will all too well,
Be the enemy that never existed.
