End Of The Page
Bulbous Creation
Time has come together, breath of fresh air to our song
We die quickly from the looting, we have done
Make the life you live become more than just a game
Give the world a chance to think, and live up to it's name
Can you see the stars at night
To make a certain wish?
Can you find the ocean
Through the fields of dying fish?
Is the air you breathe a colour you can not explain?
Is the place you spend your days a safe place to remain?
Take my hand and make a stand against this life of death
Tell the people, make their choice while they still have on left
Do you want to die, before your children reach the age?
Or are the words you said today the ending of the page?
Take my hand and make a stand against this life of death
Tell the people, make their choice while they still have on left
Do you want to die, before your children reach the age?
Or are the words you said today the ending of the page?