اوقات تنهایی فربد

You might as well pull The real trigger Shoot me in the face, Put me out of the way I'd be better off Than living such a life They say life's a thrill And still they will Tell me how it feels, Ruining ninety million lives Making hardworking men ashamed before their kids and wives Tell me how you sleep, Acting like it's not your fault Taking innocent souls, Under the flag of God I went out the other day With a smile so pure Felt like seven sleepers When I entered a store The dollar price is getting Higher than my height Not because I'm too short Just the economic fall Tell me how it feels, Ruining eight billion lives Watching mothers weep Fearing their children may not survive Tell me how you sleep, Acting like it's not your fault Taking innocent souls, Leaving us to blame our Gods