Wheelchair Guns

You need to stop using your guns In the dark Sometimes is hard To believe there's something in the light You have to stop Thinking about all the damage you've done All the lives you have taken Without even asking the whys You can't rest your head When the demons haunt your bed But you know the ones behind the desks Are sleeping like babies in their nests You have blood in your eyes They have money in their minds Have they done anything for you? Beside paying all the bills from the hospital room I'm tired of hearing mothers prayers Asking for their sons to come with all their limbs And then, they come in wheelchairs And God fails again Their nation have won the war So everyone celebrates until dawn Everything that matters is who won the war Who won the war