The world, a battlefield
Poor human beings
Killing each other
Without compassion
Throughout each day
The deadly spit of fire
That spills of every gun created by man
Kills himself
Poor human beings
Killing each other
Without compassion
Throughout each day
The deadly spit of fire
That spills of every gun created by man
Kills himself
Violence and blood are the reasons!
The world, where law belongs to the strong
And strong are the ones
With greater economical power
That feed from violence
And wash their hands with the blood of victims
And are merciless
The windoow of ignorance hypnotize people
Man loses direction of his existence
He's like a log thrown in the sea of life
And his only destiny is to smash against a rock
Violence and blood are the reasons!
The false man is being programmed to kill
And the die is cast
If we don't take luck's hand
When leaving for the streets
We'll be the next victims
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