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The Lords of War
Crude, atrocious images in my house
that flow inside a murky apathy.
Screams of children with their flesh torn,< br/>screams in the silence, they die every day
in front of my house.
You can, if you want.
It's a war like many others
exploded to fatten pigs,
the warlords suck blood.
Who cares if your son dies,
if tomorrow you no longer have him
they transform his blood into money.
My God, how I wish they felt the pain
of that mother who, who has no no more!!!
I see streets soaked in blood
and bodies lying motionless.
Try to think that you are like them
that one day you could fall.
I don't want to look at these images in my house anymore,
now I just want to scream: I say enough!
Scream all your anger
and you'll see that then you it will pass 
All the mud all this fog will disappear 
Man how I wish you could hear my voice,
with me you can scream more Yeah!!!
I see streets soaked in blood
and bodies lying motionless.
Try to think that you are like them
that one day you could fall.
When the sun rises again 
you will see this world will change 
I learned that - he is a man like you,
he has a heart like you - and a different mentality.
He is built like you, he lives like you,
he breathes like you, you you cannot murder yourself.
Now I find that you are with me
the war of peace has begun.
Man it will not be tomorrow, but you will not know
the blood-sucking warlords
It doesn't matter if your son dies,
If tomorrow you won't have him anymore.
They turn his blood into money.
My god I wish they felt the pain
of that mother who no longer has! No!!!
I see streets soaked in blood
and bodies lying motionless.
Try to think that you are like them
that one day you could fall.
Scream even all your anger
and you'll see that it will pass.
All the mud, all this fog, disappear!

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