Angry faces, cursing loud,
Changing places, falling proud
Behind the bomb, no one cares
Time is money, we're taught to tear
it's all part of the process,
we are all looking down,
All we want is some success,
But the chance is never around.
how can we show, how to feel?
situation, aint so real.
chopping wood, won't stop the rage
we need targets on war we wage.
(Refrão 2x)
you smash they grab, til its gone
attempt to grow and fix undone.
and i am the way, it's all to scale
we're all companions on which we sail.
(Refrão 4x)