so much stress god bless

I hate the way you fake this

and hope to get the sympathy

I think it`s time to break this

and just play it like a symphony

empty promises rule the scenes

alcohol and kerosine run thru your

vains as you in hail the black

smoke that you then spit in the

face of the innocent I hate to

watch you fall but love to make

you crawl if you want death well

deth is what you`ll get act like

a fool and you`ll die soon any

thing you do can be used against you



you reap what you have sown yo

may the hand of God be upon you



world full of war so much gore

little bit of love is too much

asked as brothers kill eachother

everybody gets blasted I don`t hate

you don`t wanna break you cuz I

love you dearly dont have to fear

me I only wanna show you the

kindaman I am do you wanna know

who made me what I am He`s the

one who reaps us one by one

and He wants you so throw away

your gun cuz if you show some love

it can do no harm it`s about the

real art of war in our hearts