P.o.d. Tell Me Why

A day with no glory
A heart filled with fear
Still repeating his story
To make ourselves clear
A voice is unheard when it shouts from the hills
Your king in his castel
Never died on this feels
His blood on your hands
A smile on your face
But wicked intentions
When his money to be made
A room with no windows
And a heart that can't feel
Shame with no convictions and a view to a kill
Tell me why
And why must we fight
And why must we kill in the name of what we think is right
and no more
no war
is how do you know
The hate in your eyes
The lies on your tongue
A hand that kills the innocence who quit to do wrong
your belly is full
While we fight for what remains
The rich getting richer
While the poor become slaves
We kill our own brothers