Beginning of war where people are dying Blood spilled on everywhere And all the beauties we have become ashes, And nothing is done to stop this big bullshit
And it makes us hate
But for them is just another time for fun A kind of a mad one A mad thing that can make one by one See everything disappear
And what must be done? To run, to fight, maybe not Maybe there's no choice, no hope Because increasingly we are The next victim
Some soldiers kill with no mercy Kill for victory to their country that wishes to invade lands Just for some more cents in their fucking pockets Without we realize about it The countdown to the world startsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.