You don't have to be a Christian
And, love your neighbor as yourself
You don't have to be a soldier
Who is dragged through the mire
Of postwar stress
You don't have to place your trust
In these, little objects of deceit
You don't have to fall from the sky
And then be told, engage your, enemy!
Where do we go from here?
Measure the word of men
Where do we go from here?
For nothing in life makes sense
Where do we go from here?
The mighty will drag their chains
And a symphony numbs my brain
Where do we go from, where do we go from?
You don't have to be a creature that
Spreads itself against the night
Children of the new machines will bring
A blackness, to all your, skies!

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