You that never have done nothin'
but build to destroy
You play with my world like
it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand then
you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and run farther
when the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old you lie and
deceive
A world war can't be won,
and you want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
that runs down my drain
You that fasten all the triggers
for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansions
while the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
and gets buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
that can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children into
the world
For threatening my baby, unborn
and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
that runs in your veins
How much do I know to talk
out of turn
You might say that I'm young,
you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know,
though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive
what you do
Let me ask you one question:
is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find when
your death takes its toll
All the money you made won't
ever buy back your soul
And I hope that you die and
your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket through
the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're
lowered into your death bed
Then I'll stand over your
grave till I'm sure that you're dead
Marco Giunco |
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