The world ends ... ends
I must fall under the Sun.
Verse I:
There are too many mothers crying for their children
And hate theyr fate that they was left alive
Genocide war crimes hear them all
Blood is made water, brother fights with brother
If there were tears left now I would have cried
Because I find the match between life and death too tight
It's just a step you don't take
It is always but someone chose the moment
Look around look good and everything
Another flood will follow shortly
Too many Gomorrah too many Sodomites
Too many people who get sad every day
Everyone thinks they found the highest secrets
They step on the corpes, to run with curses
Anathema insults always insults
There is no love anymore but animals in heat
And the only thing I can think of
Is because of hatred no children were born
But only copies of the repeated wars
I am afraid of life as I am for death
Too raw it seems to me the irony of fate
Give birth to life as you count your dead
Ten fingers and you're wondering now
Why for some time, ten is not enough
Chorus:
Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs
For each of those you rely on
Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself
That maybe it will be much better tomorrow
Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs
For each of those you rely on
Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself
That maybe it will be much better tomorrow
Verse II:
Too many questions too few answers
You live involuntarily unconscious but still
In front of the gate now, in court
To the right of Allah or Nirvana sought
All the lie on the earth
Just seems to be, just a bad dream
Religion should born harmony
And yet thousands of people die daily from stupidity
You know almost everything about nothing
You think you're too young to try to change a little
More tragic now seems to me to say
You are no longer big than with a little soul
I pick up the word reconciled with the thought
That everyone else will follow in the end
And deep down in my heart I would like to find
Belief in that thing that stops me from stopping
And I avoiD showing it too often
Because from this hate I start to get tired
To turn you the cheek, you pay attention to the girls
I have boxing in the left hand I am ready to crush you down
Because you got bumps on your face
I have three fingers that I count my friends in life
And the remaining seven for each
Head of the grass with which I make myself dust
Chorus:
Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs
For each of those you rely on
Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself
That maybe it will be much better tomorrow
Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs
For each of those you rely on
Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself
That maybe it will be much better tomorrow