We are deep in this war For the place in the warmth. With no right for the choice We are screaming in full voice. How many lives must be lost in this race Until everything will fall into place? It doesn't matter what arms is in caches Cause in the end there'll be only ashes
Hold your breath. Do you hear their cries? These are the groans of suffered from the lies. Their long and branching hands are stretching to my neck. Trying to escape, i always come back.