Lyrics:

Thousand years of hate, like a hand that's choking you
Forgotten how to breathe, killed a thousand men
Died a thousand deaths in your sweet dreams
In your sweet dreams
A symphony of destruction, the agony you conduct
With a video of torture, the downfall of a race
A general rehearsal of all great things to come
Reality TV delivers to you on request, your private war
War means business, even if it's a civil one
It brings together nations
Who try to force down peace
A peace of paper
Thousand years of hate, like a hand that's choking you
Forgotten how to breathe, killed a thousand men
Died a thousand deaths in your sweet dreams
In your sweet dreams
Thousand years of hate, like a hand that's choking you
Forgotten how to breathe, killed a thousand men
Died a thousand deaths in your sweet dreams
In your sweet dreams
War means business, even if it's a civil one
It brings together nations
Who try to force down peace
A peace of paper