You call them soldiers,
I call them friends
from different countries
I've never met.
You call them heroes,
after they died,
after you paid them and steal their lives.
You call it high school,
But all I learn
is that there's something wrong with the Earth.
And all the politics,
are just a dirty trick
to keep us feeling sick,
and keep us arguing.
Your bullets and your stones,
can pierce right through my bones.
But this heart remains my own,
and I will always have control.
And when our friends begin to die,
the only truth we leave behind
is that the devil holds the throne
and all we have holds us,
so don't let go.
Our generation,
needs education,
about creation,
not seperation.
We are a nation,
on medication,
a population built on hesitation.
See back in high school,
I never was cool.
Until I chose to, just do what I do.
I skipped my classes,
put on my glasses,
and wrote my love songs,
so I could find some sunshine in the rain.
A way to stop my pain.
But now I understand,
that my pain was in their plan.
When our friends begin to die,
the only truth we leave behind,
is that the devil holds the throne,
and all we have holds us,
so don't let go.
See, when all is said and done,
we will burn into the sun
The moon will shine upon
the distant Earth it once loved.
The stars will sing a song,
for all the humans who got lost, inside themselves
And left the whole wide world to burn in hell.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN