At the begginning's no reason to kill
You needed to kill if you wanted to live
Now in my Time Is easy to kill, only for psycho
Feelings or sport
Animals falling I think its a waste
People's falling I think its a waste
Blood Is falling, falling through your face
Blood Is calling you yo feel the taste.
Its falling down from neon Lights
Globalization.
Infront your eyes children's dying more
Infront your eyes children's crying more
Children aré calling for a little of love
Children aré playin with a lot of bones
Its falling down from neon Lights
Globalization.
