Lyrics

Some call it love; I call it fiction.
Call it anything you want; it's your contradiction.
But don't question why.
We can turn a church into a shelter.
We can build a mosque into a bunker.
We can turn a baby to a bomber.

Nobody's safe in here.
No one is safe in here.

We're victims of fiction;
we put the poison in the cure.
We're victims of fiction;
gravity always wins the war.

And in the back of my head,
for everyone a plan
you'll never seem to understand.
We can turn a star into a car-bomb.
We can turn a cross into an H-bomb.
A crescent moon into a carry-on.

Nobody's safe in here.
No one is safe in here.

We're victims of fiction;
we put the poison in the cure.
We're victims of fiction;
gravity always wins the war.

And it's hard to carry on...
it's not all right.