You talk of hating war,
but where's your own peacetime?
You don't love anymore,
all my children.
It lingers in your mind,
"everyone's so unkind,"
but you forgot the mines
you laid on your land.
"I know the plans that I have for you.
I know the things that I want for you to do.
I know the plans that I have for you.
And it hurts sometimes to see you blind."
You read up on the lies,
And keep them in motion.
So clever the disguise of devotion.
You say that there's not time,
but there you stand joking.
You've forgot that I'm the one
who weighs the words you've spoken.
"I know the plans that I have for you.
I know the things that I want for you to do.
I know the plans that I have for you.
And it hurts sometimes to see your crimes."
You talk of hating war, but where's your own peacetime?
"I know the plans that I have for you.
I know the things that I want for you to do.
I know the plans that I have for you.
Plans to prosper, plans to not fail.
Plans for hope, plans for peace,
Plans for love, love..."
