5 acessos
We want peace, we see war, people die
The news is filled with blood
Hurry up, dollar signs, cash will flow
We better make up our minds
We're masters and slaves
Under this lifestyle
It's tearing up apart
What are we fighting for?
Where is our heart?
What are we living for?
Our lives fall apart
Flying high, in the night, the time is right
My temple is filled with junk
Slow ir down, wake me up, help me now
Before my life is gone