Down their main they're not able to understand
Open fire and maybe at last I will burn
Left my pire, it's your turn, your chance to learn
I want to smell no more flowers
Think I will need some will power
Ignorance is another way to get rid
Indifference's the plant that lays down my seeds
Millionaires are the ones who own trusted liars
It's not fair that the fools swallow my ire
I want to smell no more flowers
Think I will need some will power
I want to evade no more sorrow
I will face it, but tomorrow
Once again I'll do whatever it takes
For the pain to fix my aching mistake
Israel's Son
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