Besedila: Conflict. The Serenade Is Dead.

She wakes up in the morning
The sun is shining in her face
She turns her head around
She shares the blanket on which the love embraced

She looks out of the window
It's a lovely day outside
She tells herself that things are fine
He pulls the sheets to cover his eyes

The essence of the fresh air
That garden held the love affair
Thinking back their minds
Are torn in muddle and confusion

So far away another sits
Who tries to make the best of it
He don't know quite what's hit him
It's another love illusion

He gazes in his empty room
Eyes fixed upon her picture
The loneliness, dejectedness
God how the fuck he's missed her

His eyes turn turn to the window
The military roar by
He wonders how much hatred
Could evolve out of the sky

What God had done for peace on earth
What man destroyed from day of birth
They are concerned with feelings
They're just ashamed to cry

And one mans plan to push the button
Makes other sacrifice
The serenade is dead
And now the only question's why

Why when we are young
We're told it's right to love
Told it's human nature
And that comes from God above?

As time moves on we realize
That we all look from the pit
While a plan hangs above us
To keep us in the shit

Because the minute we are born
We're told what's right and wrong
Raised with certain morals
Never mentioned in their songs

As we grow up we find out that
The paths been neatly set
In a world of such destruction
We only can regret

Regret, that is the word of it
As we look for our way out of it
Why can't they understand
We don't want any part of it?

The pain they create everyday
That just ain't gonna go away
We've got to stick together
But still you're asking why?

The system stands strong
As our movement starts to crumble
The pressure we once held
Has just turned into a rumble

They've got us where they want us
And you all just accept that
Well, don't you think it's time
We started to hit back

They are the enemy
They want a rope around your neck
And if they will go that far
Then what the fuck is next?

Forget the revolution
We've heard it all before
Heard all of the promises
Of nineteen eighty four

It's an impossible task
Oh, yes, it stands before us all
Well, maybe you'll believe it
When your back's against the wall