Another head hangs lowly, Jardin slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs,
and their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are crying
And all I had is slowly,
tried to slowly take them
And I've been caught so silent,
and heartily mistaken
But you see, it's not me, it's not my body
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
And the violence causes silence,
we must be mistaken
It's the same old team since 1916 In your head,
in your head, they're still fighting
With their things and their bombs,
and their bombs, and their guns In your head,
in your head, they're all dying
slowly,
tried it slowly,
they go
in the violent, constant silence
who are they, what's they done
but if you see, it's not me,
it's not my body
in your head,
in your head, they're all flying
with their things, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns