The Issue Is

He lies with steel pieces in his arm
He lives by steel, by steel
He’s gonna die
And he’s scared
She lies with steel pieces in her arm
She lives by steel, by steel
She’s gonna die
And she’s scared
Oh where is she going to?
And will she see mummy.mummy.mummy?
They lie with steel pieces in their hearts
They breathe by steel, by steel
We’re gonna die
And we’re scared
The issue is:
Does conscience survive?
We’re gonna die
And we’re scared
The issue is:
Does conscience survive?
We’re gonna die
And we’re scared
The issue is:
Does conscience survive?