something happens
day by day
people die
and children cry

tell me my friend
will we stand
when will this war
come to an end

tell me why we make something right
tell me why we must sometimes fight
tell me why so much people had to die
tell me why I cannot cry

where’s the bullet in my head
where’s the knife in my chest
where’s the gun in my hand
(oh) I cannot understand

my brothers and sister
we all have to know
that one time
we all have to got

and that we can’t
meet each other again
it will never be same
like it was before all began

tell me why we make something right
tell me why we must sometimes fight
tell me why so much people had to die
tell me why I cannot cry

where’s the bullet in my head
where’s the knife in my chest
where’s the gun in my hand
(oh) I cannot understand

(Tic Toc…)
the time has come
(Tic Toc…)
the time to run
(Tic Toc…)
the time has come
(Tic Toc…)
the time to… RUN

I tell you we make nothing right
I tell you we don’t have to fight
I tell you to much people had to die
I tell you why I cannot cry

there’s a bullet in my head
there’s a knife in my chest
there’s a gun in my hand
(oh) Now I understand….

(Kill…)

(Die..)