who is it who's not listening now?
the sound of the hammer of fear
sounds out there
a bullet for a dollar
a bomb for a barrel
the murder dogs are already sniffing
following the chase of that son
without family
it doesn't matter whitch side you're on
the truth is in the center
and it will never fall anywhere
and you'll have enough meat
for a long time are you satisfied?
so a mother hugs her children
while she leaves her land in memories..
i'm sorry little stranger
that tear running down your face
looking for the ground
won't stop the therat
look up to the sky
and whisper your prayer
that the pain will not be eternal
so you can be a child again
