I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
Jetzt entscheidet euch doch mal was ihr wollt, Liebe oder Freundschaft? Wobei beides hier so dermaßen widerwärtig ist, dass wir besser Hass nehmen sollten, der wirkt hier wenigstens nicht so schmierig.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."