Strofa 1:
Heart on my sleeves
Spread your wings for the fire, my squad
Know it's conspiring hard
Legacy of prayers, but you’re lying to God
True warriors' battle beyond the physical,
Mystical reaches of the 3rd dimension
Contrary to misconception
I utilize contraception, prevent an intervention
Misleading and misdirecting victims of natural selection
In other words I keep the bullshit far from my sphere
Deflecting ignorance from what I hold here
Ya hear the scream from the people
The final injection's lethal
They hanging us from the steeple
We're hoping there is no sequel
Equal to the burning bush (bush)
Pull turning (push), push
Your brain's slowly turning to mush
I’m not blaming the cush
Our future depends on the present,
The adolescent that listens and learns
Cope and watching as the world burns
This is the message to the caretakers of daughters and sons
Here’s my heart, you were expecting me to talk about guns
Refren:
Tu te-asteptai sa iti vorbesc de arme
It's just a message to the caretakers of daughters and sons
Eu iti vorbesc de dragoste cu inima in palme
Here's my heart, you were expecting me to talk about guns
Strofa 2
Tu te asteptai sa iti vorbesc de arme
Eu iti vorbesc de dragoste cu inima in palme
De-atatia ani ne batem, nici nu mai stim a cui e vina
Simtim ura, se simte prima
Cand dragostea e-n bezna eu vin sa va aprind lumina
Unde-i respectul, unde e stima
E vreme rea, sunt vremuri rele, se strica clima
Liderii lumii trag cortina
Vezi media asasineaza obsesiv retina
Si vezi copii cersind, bogatii-au uitat ce-i mila
Delfinii plang, cainii doar latra, oamenii musca
Pana si nuferii au prins miros de praf de pusca
Asta e lumea mea si-a ta
De ce incepe sa-mi semene c-o cusca
Cine ne-ndruma pasii,
De ce ii lasi
De ce fugim ca lasiï
