one two one two three four in this world we have gone out on our own all alone in stone looking for time that passes us by you tired and old you may get left behind in this world we hope to see invisible signs of our democracy so maybe somehow we all can say that it s worth the blood that we leave on the stage for in this world we make a stand for suffering minds of unknown lands but the water balloon are 2 left feet can never rise above our political heat for in this world we voice and it s lout as hell if we have the choice don t consume them best to fill your lives then we feed our kids what we leave behind in this world we have to shake and man the hand that button breaks if we hesitate we not forget about the hard ticks written for last month s rent mhm how in the hell can we progress if we re all out of work hooked on pills for stress they tell us up in heaven there is food for eat but for now all we get is this shit on the street for in this world we just can t trust and food stamps filling our bellies up homeless kids on forgotten roads let s hope they can bear when the winter cold cause the spark within the youngest eye can slowly fade with the whisper cry so lend your heart and all you know and relieve the pain so the good can grow relieve the pain so the good can grow