Lonely, as you know
Walking into the death
Warriors screaming sadness
And liberty for their souls
Murderes breathing the sun
Like the blood of their guns
Without food or needs
Like the past precedes
And its gonna be the thin line...
Between peace and war
I wish i can sleep...
I wish i can remind her
That anger is so deep
Like Innocent Murderer
Can you teach me paciently
How to save a life
How to kill myself
Before they do it right
And its gonna be the thin line...
Between peace and war
No pride in the streets
No one can survive
Dry like my lips
No reason to stay alive
Shoes of skin
Running in the sand
Walking into the death
Playing when they can...
And its gonna be the thin line...
Between peace and war