Lyrics
Welcome To Our New War
by Story Of The Year
We fall to our knees raise our hands toward the sky
Bow to the powerful without asking why we fill our glass with -
A false sense of pride the ruling class has forced us all to demand what they supply
Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war
In a troubled time - in an age of fear
We place our trust - in the insincere
As the waiting minds - are misinformed
The ones in charge - are just adding to the score
The war profiteers watch as their numbers rise
Their private contracts push profits through the sky the rest will struggle -
Just to survive while special interest goes to those with the highest dollar sign
Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war
Welcome to our new war
Welcome to our new war
Is this the price that we pay -
For living with our -
Eyes closed and backs against the wall at the top of the hill -
Where the powerful thrive there’s a strong disregard -
For this human life when the winds start to change
And the meek crowd the floor the sirens will sound
And at last they will scream no more no more
At last they will scream no more - no more - no more - no more - no more
No!
The power elites wear the thickest disguise
Setting the rules as the classes divide they keep their heartless -
Eyes on the prize and leave the masses with a lifetime of poverty and crime
Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war
Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war
To our new war
War!
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