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Power Game (WMD)
I wonder how many left
how many we about to lose
every man want to be a master
the new world is all power show
the good one's amnog us are the innocents
women and children
while they die first
for your power games
always the victim of circumstance
the valnarebla ones paying the price
shame on men
who treaded WMD!
for your wages is death
Blood serves you income
Man Oh! men our hands are stain
how big is your heart to carry on ?
the cloud move's everywhere
watching and crying
how men chop off men
half bodies matters no more
is a thing of every day...
In the street of Gaza!
where is the old mesopotamia?
East Mediterranean is gone
Ancient centers of civilizaton
In the early day's
we scared of the cold Asia
Is heating up now there
explotion in mid air
iron birds made weapons
WMD every where, trying to prove a point.
Sham on ''power game''
who took our love ones away
man in exchange for fossil
facing mass extinction
Our souls burning
leave the innocent women and children
these people make the world
don't close the gate of humanity
shot the gate of power games
stop WMD power shows.
