Distant from all the world behind me
Counting every breath I take
The killer has now found me
The tag on it's body has fate
As I set and watch the world go round
mother earth must have been birthed late
With all the problems abound the world
Her birth defects must be the reason for this rape

God want you shoot the fucking pistol
We are all at gunpoint anyway
God want you blow your fucking whistle
End all we have done.

We should love each other
Why can't we listen to our mother?
We are all killing our own brother
Is that why we hear thunder?

Everyone is perfect
Only in the world you create
Stick your fist in her
Whenever us children kill and rape
Explosions and fire, sun burns on her skin
The choas has begun as the two brothers meet their end

God want you shoot the fucking pistol
We are all at gunpoint anyway
God want you blow your fucking whistle
End all we have done.

We should love each other
Why can't we listen to our mother?
We are all killing our own brother
Is that why we hear thunder?


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