Lost in forest, I live to change my - life I think about it, if I face or flee this - fight Fear or glory, what's these feelings is - mine
Killing my soul, the animals screaming to me Your sharp claws are wanting fresh meat - by my side
People are dying, your hands are tide! While you smile People are crying and losing your sight! Your tears don't dry
Guns with bullet are hurled and loose in the - air Ready to shoot it against our own bare faces - there The main suspect are us for creating this world lives's - fair
Killing my soul, the animals screaming to me Your sharp claws are wanting fresh meat - by my side
People are dying, your hands are tide! While you smile People are crying and losing your sight! Your tears don't dry
