Continents, Countries

Every world is a division
Every division is an end
There are wars fought for our countries goverment

There is nothing to exempt us
No revolution shall descend
Within these continents and countries is our end

I can't see these things so clearly
I am nearly put to death
I have taken out a petition on myself

I won't propogate a system
Which symbolises death
I can't condone the actions I accept

So make yourself a liar
Make yourself a hypocrite
Go and fight a foreign government

There are worlds outside this landscape
Divisions to resent
In our continents, countries and our end.