What happens now is a problem
constant games between a men and a woman
costant cries and lack of satisfaction
its not a place nor a situation
its a piece of work , but it doesn't pay well
leave the dreams behind, because the reality hits unexpected
stay where you are
somewhere there they are still fighting
so it come full circle
and history is repeating itself
somewhere there, they are praying and weeping and praying and weeping
So where are we now
is quite complex
face can fake a smile but cannot hide an internal despise
rather than a gun you lift a word
and the word triggers bloodshed
follows blindly what they say
plugged into a different game
wickedness and depravity allied with silence and morality
and whats left , violence?
a mother, a child , a father , a girl , a boy ?
the gun , the word, religion and the mind control?
and hate and hate and you hate more
and sex and money and power and fame
and whimper and grieve
its not me ,
its not my destiny
its not my family
its not my will or purpose
and numbers and numbers
the echo of silence
and silence remains.