It's prime time we get into business,
nothing like a schizophrenic crisis,
You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.

See the man in my shoes; he is feeding the sheep slaughtered wolves.
See the man in my shoes; he got lost a thousand times in between a black cloth,
See the man in my shoes; he has become the king of the Goths,
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts.

You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.
As clocks tick and times flies, we are in it for a big surprise,
As clocks tick and time flies say "WE ARE IN IT FOR A BIG SUNRISE"
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts that keep screaming "king of the Goths."

Somewhere in Africa a child needs education, but is denied the chance to advance,
Somewhere in Asia Someone has discovered the cure for all kinds of cancer, but is silenced
Somewhere in Europe people are freezing to death and nobody wants to help
Somewhere in North America a great wall is being built to seperate families all because of a president.
Somewhere in Australia people are dying due to the lack of water
Somewhere in Antarctica Tourists have gone to have some pictures taken and still leave the land forsaken

All these problems need to be looked upon,
You can't tell me that, "We are all meant to live alone"
We need each other to make it in life, No Hatred!
Just Support