He strapped a bomb to himself
whether to die alone or to kill someone else.
This place looks worst than hell.
Are we already there?
The cars are moving no more.
Pause for a moment for us to mourn.
And his mother's heart is torn... as well.
Tell me, are we already there?
The sun is disappearing.
No one is hearing
what I'm saying.
Hoping and wanting
for this hell to fade away.
The burning flames of everyday.
I step out into a cruel world
never unexpecting to get hurt,
while seeing the boys and girls
blossoming in this quarrel.
They can hear me screaming,
but they drown out the meaning.
Only trust deceiving
when they can.
And the world is like a laser
gleaming through the holes.
And its heartbeat is pounding faster.
It's just trying to save our souls.
