Societal Aches
Cold stories wave through the media...
The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...
You're my Devil in Disguise
All your deeds I will despise...
The upper man has all the money
He can eat his bread and honey...
The upper man is urbane
He has everything he wants...
In mother lands the is no truth
The fathers’ hands have stolen youth...
They took away our right to question,
Removed our right to speak...
Why keep on fighting?
About the ideologies that we're living...
Missing childhood
Out grown past...
The moon gazes on the dark streets
In the silence, you hear the heartbeats...
All this pressure i feel i cant take it anymore
sometimes i just feel like stepping out and...
Who has the hours, who has the time
to give me their knowledge, a piece of their mind...