It started out with a crash of opinions Like a counter weight to the mockin top-judges But you, peace of earth, but love is just love When it comes to the break When we do mind with a fake And argue for nothing but it's sake Guess we are now stuck on a worn out rhyme Really are... You say your world stands ahead of collision A game of greed deep in a need of a fix But you, take a stand for a violent cure In these violent times You speak of pride, betrays for a dime And your reason are nothing but the crime Guess we are now stuck on a worn out rhyme Really are... You say you like independent relations But you check my boxes when I'm out of the door But give me space on earth For you prefer disease here instead of a cure You say life is short, love is a whore And then you pray for some more Guess we are now stuck on a worn out rhyme Really are...