
I’m afraid
You do not, I do not want
Bombs and bullets to be killed
Do not be turned into pieces
Nobody wants it all
But all this happens
Every day somewhere!
How many people die
Those who can not clean it
What the hell happened?
Tammy wishes is to see
See blood relations would
And the streets would see the blood
And in the streets looking human Goast
You’re scared, I’m afraid

