This is the beat of hate and brutality,it goes on day by day,while we're dancing and drinking ALL NIGHT LONG, nobody's listening to that silent sounding in the backgrounds highest tones,a little whisper from somewhere far away tells you the same old story, he came back, back from school,he's walking down the field with all that happiness in his heart, eyes straight ahead,looking right into his fucked up soul and the ashes of his life, burning down the dream, burning houses,paralysed friends and the death death is everywhere around, and the faces once smiled,now covered with blood and tears, and they praying and screaming to, why, why is this happening,why, why is this hapening to me,why,why is this happening? Take a look at this little child,kneeing in the dust,holding a dead body in hands,blood's running all over the street,the place he had grown up, IS ANYONE WATCHING,DOES ANYONE KNOW,THAT THE BLACKNESS IN HIS HEART, it will awake everyday, this is the beat of hate and brutality,it goes on and on,while we're dancing and drinking ALL NIGHT LONG,nobody's listening to that sounding, LIKE IT ALWAYS WAS

TimMindless