Children watch their mothers die
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing - their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war!
I saw the worst in the human nature
My hands are stained with blood of death
Attack all ghosts - I'm like a soldier
Wasted minds that are all alike
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war!
Freedom comes with a hail of bullets
My sun is getting dark
My urge to kill awakes
My world is no more
My urge to kill awakes
Children watch their mothers die
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing - their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war!
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing - their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war!
I saw the worst in the human nature
My hands are stained with blood of death
Attack all ghosts - I'm like a soldier
Wasted minds that are all alike
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war!
Freedom comes with a hail of bullets
My sun is getting dark
My urge to kill awakes
My world is no more
My urge to kill awakes
Children watch their mothers die
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing - their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war!
inviata da adriana - 29/12/2013 - 11:02
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