Troublesometimes
High above the sleeping city streets where we've all grown
A silent evil slithers through the dawn
Blissful in our ignorance, God how could we have known
Today would be the day we learn to mourn?

The Shades of old dictators rise
Impassive eyes, cold-hearted
To watch their "wunderkinder"
Try to finish what they started

The morning sky had barely yielded to the sun's caress
When from the hills came yellow wasps in swarm
Zvornik wakes, discovers what a devil of a mess
How fragile peace can look when it's been torn

Now we stand like broken statues
'midst the wreckage of our homes
Try to recognize our children
By the rags upon their bones

Out of the Cold War into the ceasefire flame!
Opened wounds, unsettled scores
An ancient hate, new icons
The front line starts at our back doors
'cause bygones won't be bygones
Cleanse the bloodline, start the cull
Nazi roulette: six chambers full
Fail to read the warning signs
Find yourself in "troublesometimes"

While common sense had turned it's back a shadow crossed our nation
Can mourning mothers veiled in black sing songs of liberation?

Out of the Cold War into the ceasefire flame!

Opened wounds, unsettled scores
An ancient hate, new icons
The front line starts at our back doors
'cause bygones won't be bygones
Through a mask of tears and cinder
Watch your cornfields burn like tinder
Fail to read the warning signs
Find yourself in "troublesometimes"