We don't dream anymore,
We're dying in between,
What is right,
And what is wrong
We're dying in between,
What is right,
And what is wrong
We don't dream anymore,
We're dying in between, What is right, And what is wrong
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Raise your ensign if you wish to,
But no honor will be shown, Till an ensign is raised for bringing peace to the world, Take the bullets out the gun, Before the hurt can't be erased, Turn around and walk away, The same way that you came. Lead the way to the big boys out of the battle, While the supposedly small ones are suffering in silence, Lead the way to the big boys to be clapped by proud hands, While the supposedly small ones are dying or dead. Once your asperity and violence, It's been shown to the crowd, You may bow, Turn around, And walk away feeling proud, But that leaves a question, An empty space between the line, One that starts with "why?", And finishes with thousands of lives. Kneel down before the ones, Who never fought and always won, Kneel down insignificantly, For they're nowhere to be found. One more thing before I go, Just one thing before i've left, Next time you play a game, Play a game with no pain. Between dust and dust, What do I see? What do I touch? What do I feel? Between crust and crust, What do I see? What do I touch? What do I feel? |
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