Brace yourself this is not a storm
Those are the screams of pain for the fallen bombs
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
I heard the sound of laughter turning into scream of fear
The children’s eyes to innocent to break into tears
Can we give them something
Will it be the last day
I’ll remember these streets
Will they recognize me?
Whoever sentenced us to death I’m sure is nowhere near
No one can stand to be responsible (when) the agony is real
Are you feeling safe there?
Are we feeling dead here?
Are you aware of this mess
While you’re sipping your drink?
Pack your stuff babe I’m coming home
We gotta leave this mess gotta hit the road
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Brace yourself this is not a storm
Those are the screams of pain for the fallen bombs
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Tear off the roots, bury the soul of a golden youth
The same you’ve lived before you got to wear those combat boots
Do you feel that different?
Should we feel that different?
From the man that is aiming to pull the trigger
On the other side I hear
Thundering the drums
The rise of your empire
(The) prize that we’re paying for
Someone, in power, says
Those over there
They don’t belong
They are not human
And people believe it
I don’t want words to describe
This kind of behaviour
I want words to stop it
Pack your stuff babe I’m coming home
We gotta leave this mess gotta hit the road
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Brace yourself this is not a storm
Those are the screams of pain for the fallen bombs
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
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