I live your game.
Don't be scared heel me more
Just one more foe.
« My truth will be yours
Your destiny my next Madness »
Liars !
Bullets, rebounds,
Screams and cries,
Are fading away.
The surfeit of mean games make me sick,
You say everything's right.
But we know it's wrong, oh yes it's wrong.
Times are to wake-up !
It's not hard to claim that you suffer.
Not hard to cry for dishonor.
Don't be a puppet,
There's nothing to hide ,don't listen commands,
Walk or die !
For all hand which holding rifles,
For that blood running in their wallets.
They're dealing lives to keep up their own ones.
Tell me what you see, it all seems bleak.
Proud of your dignity, I mean stupidity !
Cash as is own reason which the reason didn't know.
Call this atrocity or do as you please,
Anyway the bomb will fall.
-Solos François/Florian & Vann-
It's not hard to claim that you suffer.
Not hard to cry for dishonor.
Don't be a puppet,
There's nothing to hide ,don't listen commands,
Walk or die !
For all hand which holding rifles,
For that blood running in their wallets.
They're dealing lives to keep up their own ones.
The world is burning by itself.
Consumed by the warfare business.
Open your eyes it's not fake it's the world we're living' now !
You feel cylinders on your head,
You here the sound of triggers.
Just one shot for your salvation.
Holding the triggers !
Don't be scared heel me more
Just one more foe.
« My truth will be yours
Your destiny my next Madness »
Liars !
Bullets, rebounds,
Screams and cries,
Are fading away.
The surfeit of mean games make me sick,
You say everything's right.
But we know it's wrong, oh yes it's wrong.
Times are to wake-up !
It's not hard to claim that you suffer.
Not hard to cry for dishonor.
Don't be a puppet,
There's nothing to hide ,don't listen commands,
Walk or die !
For all hand which holding rifles,
For that blood running in their wallets.
They're dealing lives to keep up their own ones.
Tell me what you see, it all seems bleak.
Proud of your dignity, I mean stupidity !
Cash as is own reason which the reason didn't know.
Call this atrocity or do as you please,
Anyway the bomb will fall.
-Solos François/Florian & Vann-
It's not hard to claim that you suffer.
Not hard to cry for dishonor.
Don't be a puppet,
There's nothing to hide ,don't listen commands,
Walk or die !
For all hand which holding rifles,
For that blood running in their wallets.
They're dealing lives to keep up their own ones.
The world is burning by itself.
Consumed by the warfare business.
Open your eyes it's not fake it's the world we're living' now !
You feel cylinders on your head,
You here the sound of triggers.
Just one shot for your salvation.
Holding the triggers !