| 作曲 : Brockman, Douglas, Robertson | |
| Guns loaded, lines are drawn | |
| We raise our sights | |
| With words we try to aim it | |
| Right between the eyes | |
| Will what we've built fall apart this time? | |
| Born into world divided | |
| We dare not trust | |
| But though hate dwells deep inside it | |
| Up from the dust could rise a stronger love | |
| Just what will it take for us? | |
| World Divided | |
| Slipping over the edge | |
| How can we crave such madness | |
| World Divided | |
| Reckless acts of anger | |
| As the bell tolled | |
| And the smoke rolled up, into the sky | |
| Another dream lay dead | |
| And a voice in my head said | |
| "Why ... oh, why?" | |
| World Divided | |
| -(repeat) | |
| World Divided | |
| Guerra sin motivo |
| zuo qu : Brockman, Douglas, Robertson | |
| Guns loaded, lines are drawn | |
| We raise our sights | |
| With words we try to aim it | |
| Right between the eyes | |
| Will what we' ve built fall apart this time? | |
| Born into world divided | |
| We dare not trust | |
| But though hate dwells deep inside it | |
| Up from the dust could rise a stronger love | |
| Just what will it take for us? | |
| World Divided | |
| Slipping over the edge | |
| How can we crave such madness | |
| World Divided | |
| Reckless acts of anger | |
| As the bell tolled | |
| And the smoke rolled up, into the sky | |
| Another dream lay dead | |
| And a voice in my head said | |
| " Why ... oh, why?" | |
| World Divided | |
| repeat | |
| World Divided | |
| Guerra sin motivo |
| zuò qǔ : Brockman, Douglas, Robertson | |
| Guns loaded, lines are drawn | |
| We raise our sights | |
| With words we try to aim it | |
| Right between the eyes | |
| Will what we' ve built fall apart this time? | |
| Born into world divided | |
| We dare not trust | |
| But though hate dwells deep inside it | |
| Up from the dust could rise a stronger love | |
| Just what will it take for us? | |
| World Divided | |
| Slipping over the edge | |
| How can we crave such madness | |
| World Divided | |
| Reckless acts of anger | |
| As the bell tolled | |
| And the smoke rolled up, into the sky | |
| Another dream lay dead | |
| And a voice in my head said | |
| " Why ... oh, why?" | |
| World Divided | |
| repeat | |
| World Divided | |
| Guerra sin motivo |