so when the hell this world will slow down and down shake the dirty wars off clear of nasty sounds
without a shame and getting numb you can look at my eyes and anwser me how dare you to make this crimes
standing on the edge and choosing what is right you forget what you came for absorbed the message crooked in shepherd's hands became the someone who got under control
the well filled by spitting will strike back someday the butterfly wing turns the skies into gray this is the end of the world 'cause everyone's heart turned cold
but sometimes i have to say i see the light in the eyes realize a lot can be changed
under control you can stand this all under control don't loose your mind and soul