sell sell sell
gray, david
to draw a line right through
and drums beating for battle
where the eye don't see no colour
where the war don't make a sound
running headfirst for oblivion
cause you've nowhere else to go
where the eye don't see no colour
where the war don't make a sound
each so familiar with the hunger
that they got no appetite
that as fast as i can give it
where the eye don't see no colour
where the war don't make a sound
where the eye don't see no colour
where the war don't make a sound
where to put them in a world
where no innocence is safe