See the tears in my eye. Somewhere, somehow, the stones will turn. Democracy will never learn. Somewhere, somehow, they'll hear the sound but they turn it down. They'll rest around their tales of murder. Murder. Random act of killing from the other side of the fucking world. Blood spill. Defence. Terror. Bleeding. They'll spill your guts out for a term. Tyrant. War crime. It never ends. Democracy is just pretend. Young girl, alone in a war zone. The birth of hate for western world. Random act of killing from the other side of the fucking world. Blood spill. Defence. Terror. Bleeding. They'll spill your guts out for a term. Fatal sign. Remind. Vacant stare. We don't care. We don't care. Your soul, your eyes, will never die, see the tears in my eye. Somewhere, somehow, the stones will turn. Democracy will never learn. Somewhere, somehow, they'll hear the sound but they turn it down. Just listen, don't give in, don't sit there, raise your fist. Now. Stop the torture. I think it's time to stop the killing. Stop the torture.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
