Damage

Bomb alarm Bones gets splintered and thrown apart Voice of a child Carries through the air A megaphone bawl Tear those apart A man in green shoots His order is to seek the truth What`s the worth of moral When we feed our kids with lies Its easier to take whats yours Than to share whats mine Whats the point of talk When someone screams And til this day It returns as damage Fire eye Into the air Another bus in flare News are all over But no one longer care What`s the worth of moral When we feed our kids with lies Its easier to take whats yours Than to share whats mine Whats the point of talk When someone screams And til this day It returns as damage The changes affects the one Who want a change Shauters listen shauting But misses the ones who wishpers Those who alure - gets alured And those who believe Are looking for ghost What`s the worth of moral When we feed our kids with lies Its easier to take whats yours Than to share whats mine Whats the point of talk When someone screams And til this day It returns as damage