Feeling so poor Better to pray Waiting for someone Or something to say
The streets are crowded Of lost dirty souls The dust is hiding The deads on the floor
Why do you believe? And look for God? The devil is near
Don´t ask them for peace Now they can control And cut you in pieces
Now, people kill just to have the control Open fire against the World We need money, let´s make some war... Fuck.
People are dying, they can't run away No matter if God is on their way You charge me, and you ask me, and beg to the man To see if the truth’s on your own
Why you believe? And look for God? The devil is near
Don´t ask them for peace Now they can control And cut you in pieces
Now, people kill just to have the control Open fire against the World We need money, let´s make some war... 4x
