paroles de chanson Flower Bomb - Ryan Bingham

In this world, we have gone

Out on our own, all alone in stone
Looking for time that passes us by
You tired and old you may get left behind
In this world we hope to see
Invisible signs of our democracy so
Maybe somehow we all can say
That it's worth the blood that we leave on the stage

And in this world we make a stand

For suffering minds of unknown lands
But the water below our two left feet
Can never rise above our political heat
For in this world we have a voice and it's,
Loud as hell if we have the choice
Don't consume the best to fill our lives
Then we feed our kids what we leave behind

For in this world we have to shake it
Man the hands that batton breaks

If we hesitate we might forget
About the hard checks written for last month's rent
How in the hell can we progress
If we're all out of work and hooked on pills for stress
They tell us, up in heaven there is food to eat
But for now all we get is this shit on the street
How in the hell, can anyone trust
And food stamps filling our bellies up
Homeless kids on forgotten roads
Let's hope they can bear with the winter cold, cause
The spark within the youngest eye
Can slowly fade with the whisper cry
So lend your heart and all you know
And relieve the pain so the good can grow.