It started out with a crash of opinions
Like a counter weight to the mockin top-judges
But you, peace of earth, but love is just love
When it comes to the break
When we do mind with a fake
And argue for nothing but it's sake
Guess we are now stuck on a worn out rhyme
Really are... You say your world stands ahead of collision
A game of greed deep in a need of a fix
But you, take a stand for a violent cure
In these violent times
You speak of pride, betrays for a dime
And your reason are nothing but the crime
Guess we are now stuck on a worn out rhyme
Really are... You say you like independent relations
But you check my boxes when I'm out of the door
But give me space on earth
For you prefer disease here instead of a cure
You say life is short, love is a whore
And then you pray for some more
Guess we are now stuck on a worn out rhyme
Really are...