Crimson Summer - WereWorld

Broken dreams

Unrealized fantasies

So many pictures

Will lay unseen

Your sins

Your inability to feel

Are flags worth more

Than families?

Take one more life

The sacrifice made

For your land

When we leave our humanity for a while

We fail…

While she buries her son and says goodbye

«God please:

Give me back this child of mine»

Stand by games

Laughters not heard again

Phone calls from friends

Ringing in vain

A plane a train

As tools to threat

Did God ask you for?

Did he fail?

Kill one, kill five

May a thousand be worth your trip to Paradise!

I feel faith from the very depths of my heart

Is fading

While she buries her son and says goodbye

«God please:

Give me back this child of mine»