Saturday, 07 May 2011
Lord of War (Full Screen)
By Nicolas Cage, Ethan Hawke, Jared Leto, Bridget Moynahan, Shake Tukhmanyan
“I believe in nothing, not the end and not the start; I believe in nothing, not the earth and not the stars; I believe in nothing, not the day and not the dark; I believe in nothing, but the beating of our hearts; I believe in nothing, one-hundred suns until we part; I believe in nothing, not in sin and not in god; I believe in nothing, not in peace and not in war; I believe in nothing, but the truth in who we are.” ~30 Seconds to Mars: 100 Suns
There is no war with a greater casualty
Than the war within one’s self;
Because no matter how you cut it up,
Both sides always lose in the end.
No matter what we all lose in the end,
Because no matter what we all die in the end.
However, the choice is yours--
How will you choose to die?
No one dies a martyr or a saint,
No one dies from suicide or homicide;
We all die because we’re human,
And we’re dying from the day we are born.
We’re dying not because our bodies are failing,
But because the essence of humanity dies out
A little bit more with each successive generation--
If we ever attained that essence to begin with.
It isn’t the system’s fault, it isn’t even mankind’s fault,
And neither is it God’s fault (if God exists)--
It’s our fault.
It’s your fault.
It’s my fault.
Because we never bothered to go to war with ourselves,
Just one another.
We’d rather shoot and bleed each other,
But don’t make me question myself.
Don’t make me ask “why?”
In the end the only person I can blame is me,
Because I never went to war with myself;
I preferred blood and bullets for breakfast
Instead of questions, instead of self-doubt.
Don’t make me ask the tough questions.
The system is flawed, but not because it’s a system;
The system is flawed because you and I are flawed,
And we created the system, we fed the system,
We are the system.
We’re dying not because our bodies our failing
From the day that we are born, but because
We never bother to ask ourselves, “why?”
Why would we rather put bullet holes in one another,
Than put bullet holes in ourselves in the form of questions;
Questions like why do we fight? Why must we go to war?
What’s the purpose of all this bloodshed?
But as long as it’s not my blood,
As long as it doesn’t flow from my veins
Then I don’t care how much the world bleeds.
I don’t care because I don’t see and I don’t ask why.
Yet how do we conquer ourselves?
We’ve been fighting this war since the dawn of humankind;
This war within ourselves over who is wrong and who is right.
Maybe it’s none of us.
Maybe we’re all wrong.
Maybe we always have been.
No one dies as martyrs and saints--
We are all flawed because we are all
A part of the system feeding upon itself;
The system that eats blood and bullets for breakfast.