Should we blame our earth for the dead and forgotten, When we're leaving death to sorrow just to move on? I think we've lost it all or just giving up so I will conquer myself and write the facts in my heart: We provide us with joy but also crush our dreams. We're too blind to see and too deaf to hear that it's happening now and it's not to far away. They're taking everything that the victims earn. Our eyes look away while others watch them burn. He stared to cry when they took his mother They ripped out his heart but did not bother Now it's his time to cry, it's his time to weep "Let the sinner suffer", He whispered asleep Regret With a second world for those who do us apart we'd let it slip and get our revenge: We would open our hearts, not leave it with whining, because it's things like this that makes the sun stop shining. He started to cry when they took his mother They ripped out his heart but did not bother Now it's his time to scream, it is his time to cry But with bloodshot eyes, he tries to say goodbye Som om du någonsin var något. Som om jag någonsin betytt någonting för dig. Som solen någonsin lyste för oss. Som om du någonsin älskat mig.