What kind of dream
What kind of dream would it be without you?
How could it come true?
What kind of soul
What kind of soul could be held in that flesh that I love so much
And why am I in such a rush
When it falls apart
Well we'll Start it all over again
When these soilders fall
I promise I'll send more in
For you, For me - this aint over
How many men
How many men must I kill before my goal's complete?
Well I guess we'll just have to see
How can I laugh
How can I laugh when the masses are dying each day?
It's surprisingly easy for me
Well it might be wrong
TO desire what I know I can't have
But I have to, I've never wanted something so bad
It's not over
And I dont think it'll end