The hurt you live
The pain you pay
The blood of the innocents
Is covering the streets
I swear that sometimes you could hear their souls shouting throw the roads
Nobody cares no body wonders why
And when you ask they all say it's fate
So tell me again what fate is
Is it killing honest people and making
Children torture
Is it kidnapping and shading the mothers tears
Is it by making each day worst than yesterday
So tell me now and be brave
Don't hide behind your mask and pretend that you don't care
So tell me why why do we have to live in this
In a time we should be holding hands and working together
Because what I know is god is fate
And I can promise you my friend
That this is not the made of god it's all because of the sinners
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