My heart is surrounded by a membrane of steel,
Loves battering ram it cannot feel...

My friends are all angels in disguise,
They know what goes on behind my eyes...

My mother is my sunshine on a rainy day
she is the light that shows me the way...

Look at all the smog disease and destruction,
In our metal world based on construction...

Your long sleek hair and smiling face,
Don't hide the hurt i see in their place...

It wasn't me who got the silver
I haven't any gold...

Does Mr Bush think this is all a game?
Is the war just to bring him a little fame...

A small silver tear trickles down your face,
Leaving a long black line in it's place...