Текст песни Starving Souls - Cargo 200

In the flame.
Through the tears and pain.
They want our blood.
Over the lies, the fuel for the money.

The whistle of shells.
Thunder breaks.
Over his head.
The dream to return home.

A splinter in his leg.
Blood on his hand.
The darkness in his eyes.
Cargo 200.

In the airplane.
Mournful cargo.
They are waiting for homes.
Flying home for ever.

Weeping mothers.
The grief of the fathers.
Have lost their children.
In a useless war.

Where are their hands.
Where is their feet.
Where are their eyes.
Cargo 200