Testo What You Have Sown

What you have sownso much stress god blessI hate the way you fake thisand hope to get the sympathyI think it's time to break thisand just play it like a symphonyempty promises rule the scenesalcohol and kerosine run thru yourvains as you in hail the blacksmoke that you then spit in theface of the innocent I hate towatch you fall but love to makeyou crawl if you want death welldeth is what you'll get act likea fool and you'll die soon anything you do can be used against youyou reap what you have sown yomay the hand of God be upon youworld full of war so much gorelittle bit of love is too muchasked as brothers kill eachothereverybody gets blasted I don't hateyou don't wanna break you cuz Ilove you dearly dont have to fearme I only wanna show you thekindaman I am do you wanna knowwho made me what I am He's theone who reaps us one by oneand He wants you so throw awayyour gun cuz if you show some loveit can do no harm it's about thereal art of war in our hearts