Bezegol

roots of evil

Demons keep on falling from the skies like rain,
No matter why they send them, innocents in pain.
Terrorism strikes, don't make everyone blame,
The way the world is bleeding fill me up in shame.
The way the system force?s you inside the game,
Making you a fighter, when peace was in your brain,
We got to keep the faith, and we will break the chain,
Otherwise the days will never be the same.

Chorus:
What are we to do, can you tell to the people.
What are we to do, when we grow roots of evil.
All the world at war and no even glance,
That children of today wont have tomorrow?s chance.

Holding on and on and on and on we go,
Wrinkles that we gain reminding us, were old,
While Leaders in big chairs taking all the control,
Discussing between them, petrol, guns and gold.
With their army's ready and prepared to attack,
The enemy is any small who poses a threat,
No matter if its white, red, yellow or black,
The importance is imprint in the face of the check.

Chorus