People look tired 'round here every day
People assume that it's better this way.
In this big city, wich's coloured in grey,
grey people are waiting for their last day.
Going to work in order to survive.
they pretend to be happy, but they're not alive.
If happyness is falling into this hole,
then excuse me but I am not taking this role.
The news
are talking about how cruel this world is,
the views
of these human are darker than the night is,
if you can call them human.
Let's pretend
there's a hand
wich will pull you out,
will you take it?
Will you make it?
well, i guess you won't believe
that there's a place where you can breathe,
freely without any struggles,
trust me you can fly!
All that darkness, all these wars,
all of it is a lie!
you're alive!
Look around you, people need your hand,
pull them up,
there's no evil,
there's no end.
And as the feeling of love to everyone reaches your heart,
look around,
you're not bound,
life isn't hard!
all the blood that has been shed,
all this red,
all that grey in the sky above,
can be washed away by human LOVE.
Ich hatte plötzlich einen Geistesblitz, also habe ich einfach drauf losgetippt, bin sehr gespannt auf das Feedback...
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