what's in the way

what's in the way, who's standing there?, behind every gun, every last look of despair, well, bring me a mirror and i'll show you his face, give him some peace and he feels out of place, but he's not so hard and his time is short, maybe he's just fooling with the time that he bought, so, lay me down, oh, lay me down, oh, lay me down, lay me down, well, he brings you famine he brings you war, his fear is compassion and his greed is for more, if you give his blood, show him love, in a land without thoughts from "above", you compete for the truth you compete for sanity, but you want hear a word, because his conscience is locked, they've imprisoned his consciense, no you won't hear a word, so, lay me down, lay me down, oh, lay me down, lay me down, well, he brings you famine he brings you war, his fear is compassion and his greed is for more, if you give him blood, show him love, of a land without thoughts from "above", and he won't listen in the dawn, so, lay me down, lay me down, yeah, lay me down, lay me down