I Thought If Everyone Could See What I Saw, We Would Never Have War Anymore

I'm running from the blast
Racing wilting chloroplast 
Like a moaning coffee pot
I'm bleeding out my last

Comfort comes in waves
Along with hurt and pain
I'm breaking all my blisters
Just to be clean again

How long till we see the meaning of peace?
How long till we see it's me against me against me?

Caught up in all this selfish greed
Blurring the lines between what we want and what we need
Drop a bomb to lower the cost 
It's it worth it for all that's lost?

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