Not Enough Bodybags

it's not "good morning"
i heard the dropped another bomb
it's not "good day"
the hate is al around in me
how can you say
that everythings gonna be ok
it's not what you would expect
just pray for one silent moment

this world is in the hands of assholes
don't even ask where i belong
if it's consciousness that separates us
what is it that we lack the most?

can't trust what you see
the reasons they feed
what the fuck!?!!

the treat that once was has turned upside down
can't you fuckig see what we have left behind?!
billion hungry mouths, kids without hope
it's like a war inside my head about to explode
not enough bodybags

(I don't see nightmares, I never wake up screaming, I don't have fears that would affect my sleep. I sleep my nights well, but sometimes when i wake up the nightmare begins. Just to open a newspaper can ruin my day, or a train ride to the city. What ever it is it gets sometimes unbearable. I would just love to brake the neck of this all, all this nonsense, all this racket, all this we're willing to throw our bodies into be crushed, but here I am, writing these notes.)