**** that little Man who think he the finest
When we all gonna wake up and realize its that he was never behind us
Crack and the **** and the things that are sad
Why do you always perceive them not to be as bad as we think
Not leading the peace
Animosity around me im lost in the place
We believe it is safe
And look at the child who think he the finest
With all the gold and the diamonds
Rocks that are nothing and more or the less than denying the people of earth
The peace of mind they been searching with bliss

As I walk through the valley
The sight of the hell and the fire
And the scent of gasoline
Keeps my heart at bay
As I walk through the valley
My soul begins to break
As I keep slowly drifting away
Day by day it brings me to tears
When I think about what once was
And what it was that lead me to here