People
would like to believe
That
everyone must have a heart.
To
he whose finger grips the trigger,
That
kind of thing's a load of fart.
He
sees the world a different way,
Easy
money is his style.
All
he cares is what will pay,
His violence is the proof.
Terror
brings him what he wants,
For
others' suffering he lacks care.
In
spite of all that people wish,
Such
cruelty isn't rare.
Some
like to say that it's inhuman,
But
this is not the truth.
If
you know some history,
War's violence
gives the proof.
Here
we live in a golden age,
When
we can dream of peace.
Others
are controlled by rage,
Or
filled brim full with greed.
For Sade, who has given us such beautiful music and lyrics. Unfortunately this time I can't agree with what she sang.
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