Anarchy run through the streets, There's chaos all around.
All the gathered masses, slowly trampled to the ground.
The only thing we really need, is a shred of light.
Someone who can help us, be victorious in the fight.
Chorus:
The overhanging power, that's residing in the sky.
We talk to him in times of pain, we sadly ask him "Why?"
Someone finally tell me how many people have to die.
Until we get the point. ------- What we're doing isn't right.
Verse 2:
The genocidal mockery, the racism expands.
This quickly rising problem's, not entirely in our hands.
A lack of peace creates, a state of inequality.
That's just what you get, in a corupt society.
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