3 acessos
Who gave you the right to kill this world
Maybe the cause is misery without heart and soul
Blinded by money, you don't hear them cry
Blinded by money, you don't hear them cry.
I draw you out of your skin - alive
like you do with the creature - alive
I slay your child with a stick - alive
like you do with the seal - alive
It feels the pain too, are you even insensible
maternal feelings are the same, so why don't
you go, to kill your own child
Awake and see what you've done
trees are dead - the woods are dying
still there is the chance to stop the time.