A Handful of Sand

It's hot in the desert
The sun is burning down
No cloud in the sky
No bird is flying by

From soul to bone
To a handful of sand
From a man with sight
(To) a blind beggar at night

Withdrawn in a shell
Not living nor dead
Deep in this hell
No tears left to shed

You go to a land
You'll never see no more
And you shoot at people
You've never met before

You're told what to do
You do what you're told
No pleading allowed
For your heart is sold

Withdrawn in a shell
Not living nor dead
Deep in this hell
No tears left to shed

Mothers and fathers and children and girlfriends
And parents and siblings and partners and friends
Who are waiting for them to return to their land
To their loved ones at home while they're rotting in trenches
Of metal and sand, they're drowning in blood
While the bombs are still falling down, heaven is hell
Well death is so close in the sky in the sand
In the soldiers who die just like insects, my friend
In the trench he is breathing no more
Just like many a son who's gone fighting for peace

But nothing did they know that their lives would be worthless
For leaders of war states for leaders of greed
These leaders don't lead for the good of mankind
They just lead for their profit to please the rich voters
Who put all their money in warfare and killing
And don't see that people are struggling in trenches
To make these men richer and get them more power
So for a democracy, for all the wealth
They are swimming and crying and drowning and dying in blood