♪♪Age of hearts is made of something to blame.♪♪We bury them deep for our faith in new machines.♪♪We toss it on the oil and pour it on the bed.♪♪We pay so much to teach our soul math a day.♪♪Yeah, we deserve that much at least.♪♪For every land a new war.♪♪For every man a new siege.♪♪Cue the gear.♪♪Hold our breath to shallow beats.♪♪We stump the beach and on the edge our bones are bleached.♪♪♪Age of hearts is made of something to blame.♪♪Silence always speaks.♪♪It involves a new TV.♪♪A little irruption.♪♪A great offense.♪♪It's our working day.♪♪It is not a way by the sea.♪♪But a life of dead and drained.♪♪Yeah, we deserve that much at least.♪♪For every land a new war.♪♪For every man a new siege.♪♪Cue the gear.♪♪Hold our breath to shallow beats.♪♪We stump the beach and on the edge our bones are bleached.♪♪♪♪Yeah, for every land a new war.♪♪For every man a new siege.♪♪Yeah, for every land a new war.♪♪For every man a new siege.♪