Is what I'm seeing,
believing,
Or is the whole world leaving?
Is it all gunna crash,
End in a bash,
Just for us to think about,
the way it will all end.
So I'll tell you my friend,
How do you think its gunna end?
With wars and violence,
or peace and silence?
'Cause believe me hun,
This world is never fun.
Hatin' and discrimination,
There ain't no more appreciation.
In this world left for us.
Little kids starting to curse,
Tell me what's worse,
It's the kids dying because of us,
The toxins comin' from the buses,
The trains,
The planes.
Carbon don't sound to good now does it?
Killing little ones in the Afghan,
Yeah that don't sound good off hand,
The military is forced to shoot,
As ordered by the big boot.
He said he'd bring 'em back to us,
I just think that's a big fuss,
'Cause to me,
They'll never be free.

Make love not war.