I wonder the meaning of this awfulness, night after night.
I look at their faces as mirrors of me, day after day.
One truth is not possible to see…
And I can`t carry on with this farce.
The vultures are lurking in the dark
And we kill each other so they can remain…
Racism conceals the real thing…
I choose to leave it all, and wake up.
Who is winning in this war?
There’s no reason, it's not us…
No one`s winning in this war.
Yes, I’m sure... it’s not us.
No more... no more...
