With hearts for dancing we'll take leave of war,
Watch the bodies fall as they hit the floor
And death it is; yet money talks,
Replaying the sounds of the smoking glocks
It is not the living, who make the longest demands; we die forever,
The body count rises at every change of the weather
When will people realize,
They're playing into their own demise
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
With hearts for dancing we'll take leave of war,
Watch the bodies fall as they hit the floor
And death it is; yet money talks,
Replaying the sounds of the smoking glocks
It is not the living, who make the longest demands; we die forever,
The body count rises at every change of the weather
When will people realize,
They're playing into their own demise
