A big problem

We see a problem and try to fall back
Earth and we are dying

*All my life my hope was we´ll reflect
But on the one hand we hand out pain
And on the other one we hand out fear
We will never learn…
And this grow up and come alive* (x2)

We are not aware of the sorrow we produce
People cry for everything and I do too

*We are not all equal of course
There´re murderes, thiefs, bastards, fakes
Honorables and many more
The sorrow we produce is to ourselves!*1

*Chorus

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