Is there pleasure and joy In seeing blood and being part of other's pain? (no, it's not to me!) By thousands of live eyes death is becoming a joke, And you can't see what it's all about!
Is it hard to see The innocence in the innocent's eyes? (no, it's not to me!) Millions of pure live souls are being wasted by our wicked race!
Life is not sacred anymore, forget about loving each other. This race now has no heart, we've changed for good. They are in our hands. Why should we care?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
