Questions of Life
Why is this world so fucked?The traffic is always stucked
(And) people are always freaked
Out of the words they speaked
The drum of life is pounding
And we can be counting…
(The days till the end)
Am I the one that you should blame?
Am I the one filled with shame?
1,2,3,4
All my friends are on the floor
‘Cause they were never counting
And the drum stopped pounding…
5,6,7,8
They bit in the hunter’s bait
The clock is still ticking
But time is not…
Why don’t you just realize?
Why don’t you remove your disguise?
4,3,2,1
Everyone’s looking for their mom
‘Cause they can’t hear the heaven’s gate
Opening for them…
8,7,6,5
We can feel the end of life
Hell or heaven just won’t open
When the drums won’t hear…
When the drum of life stops
Everyone cries and sobs
They want to fix everything wrong
To prove they were good all along
But the traffic will still be stucked
And the world will still be fucked…
How’s it feel when you realize
That all you did was a world’s crise?
Does it feel good? Does it feel bad?
Are you now shocked, or happy or sad?
Are you now happy for ruining my life?
Or are you happy for ruining your life?
Are you even happy at all?
‘Cause it seems you fucked up this world!
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