Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
Bob DylanAnd Iโll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then Iโll stand on the ocean until I start sinkinโ But Iโll know my song well before I start singin
Bob Dylan