This war is not a cleanse, Red is not the color of water*
He promised a bloodbath, he delivers Blood in his hands, he waves His men with guns, in rage All those against him: a huge price they paid
and if you still think this is normal, if you still think this is for the common good, you are part of the war you are the weapon you are the gun
the gun that killed innocent lives and called it "collateral damage", the gun that pushed cops to **** lives to meet their quota, the gun that went from one hand to another to another and was finally kept hidden by the man on the chair
"How well would you sleep tonight?" "Brother, why do you have blood on your hands?"