Hates you, you little love bite with you, kiss me is something our
crease, something stops us time separates us, I gather.
as we pieces of glass, and once was tight,
can we be as one? How
going through difficult? With white shirts dirty,
back to back with you as one.
Let’s screaming in my face, at least to hear that you care about us, are we alive?
Everyone prays to his Lord hear? I hear you, I exist.
A real third world war, rich against poor, black, white,
they divide us, to make us obey.
People and need of any war with you if we stop, and stop it,
you want to change the world?