You think the war is hidden in a drawer
You think the torturers will be in white
You think words will turn back
You think the blanket of love will cover us

You think the war is hidden in a drawer
You think the torturers will be in white
You think words will turn back
You think the blanket of love will cover us

The war is closer than it seems
Blood, entrails and death on the altar
Temple of politics and lies
And you buy her flowers again

The war is between our words
There is war on every doorstep
War is in the look of jealousy
The war is in the dark offices of the rulers

You think the war is hidden in a drawer
You think the torturers will be in white
You think words will turn back
You think the blanket of love will cover us

Every Master and every slave
They will taste this fire
Everyone rich and everyone poor
They will taste their own blood

You think the war is hidden in a drawer
You think the torturers will be in white
You think words will turn back
You think the blanket of love will cover us

Do you really think the war is hidden in a drawer?
And you buy her flowers again