Peace with nothing

When you see their faces bloodied
and they ain't go no money
They go no fucking room to breath
And they my be living among you and me
That's what I see and read

Rich or poor, it looks like a televised class war
Breed 'em quick and watch them grow with no control
And you'll be at peace with nothing
Not even what you own

Rich or poor, it looks like a televised class war
Breed 'em quick and watch them grow with no control
And you'll be at peace with nothing
No even what you own

And there's no sense in seeing
And there's no use believing in hope
But nothing can be done
And the fight will rage until there is only one
and everyone else just dies