Wednesday, May 18th 1994
  Does anyone remember what all of this fighting's for?
  All this senseless blood shed, all this fucking death
  You oly know statistics who now take their dying breath
  Can anyone see an end to this putrid fucking war?
  Does it now seem any closer than it did the year before?
  A year has now gone by and the battlefield's still red
  The only thing that's changed is the number of the dead
  All of the children born in bloodshed will be lucky to survive
  Will they be just more than memories when it's 1995?
  The battlefield's still red
  They call it "ethnic cleansing"
  But it's just like before
  This is racial murder
  It's not a fucking war
  The battlefield's still red
  Little girls are stripped and they're beaten to the floor
  Systematically raped by soldiers and they fucking call this war
  Their mothers are sent through minefields, all humanity's been lost
  How many lives will this year claim in this modern day holocaust?
  The battlefield's still red
  They call it 'ethnic cleansing'
  But it's just like before
  This is racial murder
  It's not a fucking war
  The battlefield's still red