| Song | When We Pray |
| Artist | Warrel Dane |
| Album | Praises To The War Machine |
| 作曲 : Dane, Wichers | |
| Is it insane to think the world could change? | |
| Just look at how far that we have fallen | |
| I am a slave, | |
| I feed the fire, | |
| I am a pawn | |
| Within this world gone so wrong | |
| If your enemy looked you in the eyes | |
| Would you pull the switch? | |
| Would you suffer for your chosen victim? | |
| Or justify your will to feed the rich? | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray | |
| Look at the game that we have chosen | |
| Is it so wrong that we all want the death bombs? | |
| I am a slave, | |
| I feed the fire, | |
| I am a pawn | |
| Within this world gone so wrong | |
| If your finger was above the trigger would it itch? | |
| With eyes cut out the path is cold and resistant | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| The world is dark and the world is gray | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray | |
| There were times when | |
| I was feeling down | |
| And I was on the edge | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray |
| zuò qǔ : Dane, Wichers | |
| Is it insane to think the world could change? | |
| Just look at how far that we have fallen | |
| I am a slave, | |
| I feed the fire, | |
| I am a pawn | |
| Within this world gone so wrong | |
| If your enemy looked you in the eyes | |
| Would you pull the switch? | |
| Would you suffer for your chosen victim? | |
| Or justify your will to feed the rich? | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray | |
| Look at the game that we have chosen | |
| Is it so wrong that we all want the death bombs? | |
| I am a slave, | |
| I feed the fire, | |
| I am a pawn | |
| Within this world gone so wrong | |
| If your finger was above the trigger would it itch? | |
| With eyes cut out the path is cold and resistant | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| The world is dark and the world is gray | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray | |
| There were times when | |
| I was feeling down | |
| And I was on the edge | |
| The world is ruled by fools and thieves | |
| With a flair for power and a taste for greed | |
| Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? | |
| Because nothing ever changes when we pray |