Testo P.Levi

when the daybreak hit my face i felt how man could worship the sun we stay alive fade grey to white in a symphony of firing guns through this never ending winter our weapon is the song when they’ve turned us on each other our weapon is the song we know and sow the hell we’re reaping when the innocent thrust in the rat races i can smell it in our fear like i see it in our faces survivor guilt rips me to pieces aiding in murder for political gain running from bullets while they pull in the reins