World

He always told me that he could never run like him, like him
The young man lost his leg when they found a way to fight again
On the corner of street she begs people all alone with fear, with fear
If she’s lucky enough she can get to the breadline with just a few coins
The world has turned for someone
They can’t be
We’re all in the same game
Just different levels
Dealing with the same hell
Just different devils
The young girl runs away from the house on the sixth street, Third block
I think this time she can not endure the pain, she just can’t take it
The soldiers at the door, peace will never come to the promised land
The warchild hides again, Waiting for the change, all filled with rage
We’re all in the same game
Just different levels
Dealing with the same hell
Just different devils
We’re all in the same game
Just different levels
Dealing with the same hell
With broken wings you tried to fly
Just to never
'Cause there’s always world to fly
Just hold on, just hold on