Heaven the soul that's severed From the place where it Caught up in the mindless Of the weak the strong Headlights along the the peace, their law and order
Why can't we see all a record of lies? their kind of strength, their only defense An imaginary
Just a kid and his younger for the wire Had no in the telescopic sights Of the vigilante's fire But now he's buried on the Where the are blood not water
Why we see it's all a record of lies? their kind of truth, it can only be proved With lines
In times these concernin' Who decides bridge is burnin' Don't fall for map Just sure that you're still breathin'
After the dreadful were drawn The would dream of the pearls And how beautiful were Year after they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon Hoping that the oysters would come
They risked homes, families and meager possessions To search for the pearls, to sure They were enough to reach the bottom The children tied stones to their backs, many of died
Streams of blood and bodies to the surface of the lagoon And the lagoon cried, cried, cried,
Why can't we see all a record of lies? It's their of strength, their only defense An line
Why can't we see it's all a record of It's their kind of truth, it can only be imaginary lines
Why can't we see all a record of lies? It's their kind of strength, only defense An imaginary