Mad is the, world around us
Winning rotten victories
A gunshot through our souls asylum
Flowers bloomed, as bombs, for none to see
Sad to be, where we never liked to be
All along we were, to hear our final roll call
All along we heard just rolls on the call
In this world of meddling madness
There were certain creatures
Who would kill almost anyone they could
With all their blinding visions
That the gunners hand could see
Enticing us to die a death of terror.. and rest in peace
As they shot those guns in glory
As we were walking down the street
A million candles got lit up
Filling inches of our lives
We don't need foolish tears around us
Neither forceful sympathies
No more lunatics or fanatics
Brothers, leave those guns alone
Hey! Brothers! leave those guns alone
After all you know that
We need a full life to live
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