n this wicked world we’re not just alone.
Millions of gods leave us here on our own.
We struggle and strive to follow their tracks.
Then we run and we hide when we hear their hooves at our backs.
And cults of salvation, and religions of fashion,
Teach us to love our greed and ambition, and abandon compassion.

CH:
Oh, where is the love, where is the love, where is the love,
That was meant to be?
Where is the love, where is the love, where is the love,
To set us free.

And the beasts of the field are imprisoned like men.
We learn from their slaughter just how to be slaughtered like them.
And the ignorant armies and imperial guards,
Come into our streets to beat us and aim their guns at our hearts.

CH:
Oh, where is the love, where is the love, where is the love,
That was meant to be?
Where is the love, where is the love, where is the love,
To set us free.