Let my tongue dry!
Wise old men shake their righteous hands,
those ruins which stick out dead
when I'm looking back, to the "normal life"
I see where we've been lead
masses wander along the borders
demarcation seems to be clear
when the last one stops it's far too late
we're swallowed by our own fear
our peace seems to be a pictoresque painting
on a wall of an imaginary barricade
an undeclared war lays ahead
a war that will not soon end
shine bright my life, shine before my eyes
in the end we're alone, judged by the failures of our own
To start a war for empty lies
it's our aim, an excuse for crimes
why bother, we ignore the others
we do what we want!
One accusing ,the other attacking
green grass on both sides of the fence
- when colours command our deeds
let my tongue dry, for the words I say
Life of man - underestimated |
