Or not to be - Psykup

One day he woke up in a faked democraty.

But he didn’t want to believe in this.

The taste of mankind had gone with his community’s death.

Who then can believe in man?

Vengeance was set on his mind to prove to himself there is a justice

In the sky above

But he broke his wings on the edge of humanity, but he never ever said a word.

So much blood that flew from you

So many sores you hide on you

So many scars we see on you

So much blood that flew from you

So many sores you hide on you

Open up your eyes and take your time to realize what says the dying voice of a

cut tongue

Cause i scream, but he’s screaming louder, louder, he’s screaming as dead

Years aften years, what did u discover?

Man still continue to fight until it’s over

Blinded by a religion, a nation, a fuckin flag.

Totalitarian ways are made to meet a libertarian philosophy growing beneath a

pile of bodies dead for freedom

Cause now the fight has become evident

Something curious:

The human behaviour

Don’t talk anymore as a man

Your gun is your wife

& don’t even falk at all

It’s another dimension

Some game of grown-ups

Where loosing is dying

But you didn’t write the rules

Cause it’s comfortable to criticize

To debate about the psychological meaning of war,

When you’re not inside

So much blood that flew from you

So many sores you hide on you

So many scars we see on you

So much blood that flew from you

So many sores that bleed

Recall he didn’t betray

Recall he didn’t talk in order to save you

Recall we couldn’t do the same in our small lives

Recall that we could still betray and live with the shame to be alive

On warfields

Don’t talk

Take care

But don’t talk

You’re in jail

You can’t walk

You’re in hell

Die

Mute

They pour the salt in your sores

The shut every doors

The showed you what they call war

A world not going far

Your mind is gone

Your body is stone

They destroy you,

They go on

But you won