Taken for a ride.
I know I said I'd rescue you, but their troops had taken hold.
At last you're not alone in that city,
Am I safer, here in the cold?
These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like j**elry.
That seems to be the difference, between you and me.
Let's hope it's not a grave
No war is worth it, without you.
No point in living without you.
I know you feel the way I do.
It's not a real world without you.
Let's hope it's not a grave
I heard some friends got taken for a ride,
a one way journey, everybody died.
It's not unusual, many go that way.
Their numbers mounting every single day,
But what can I do but hope you're still alive.
This is what happens when opposites collide,
public, and private, arbitrary d**h,
'cause war is power, and power is business.
We are but numbers, statistics on a sheet.
This is what happens whenever humans meet.
No need for fingers, we know who to blame.
Intolerance will end and start this game.
I write this letter while taken for a ride.
Maybe I'll see you on the other side,
Let's hope it's not a grave.
Two fingers crossed, hope it's not a grave.
But what can I do, but hope you're still alive.
This is what happens when opposites collide.
Public and private, arbitrary d**h,
'cause war is power, and power business.
These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like j**elry.
That seems to be the difference between you and me..
Hope it's not a grave......