Street bomber
You'll get your karma
Oh, it will find ya someday
Ya family lover
It could be your mother
It could be your brother
That you hurt in someway​

Feed us shit to keep order
Its not cattle you slaughter
What's the point in what you do?
Mass destruction
Alas abduction
Away from harm your calm
And don't feel the pain

Seeing the way you waste your time
War is a business
War is a crime, now
When people are dying
So what are you fighting for
If you cause the world to fall
Into despair
And stain the air
​
Sweet nothing
Sweet Fa, you lie
And we're catching on
That you hide it from the world
But there's a starving girl​

And she's dreaming of another day
Where the world won't work this way
And I know it may be hard to be true
But bombing building's ain't what ya do
And she's dreaming of another day
Where the world won't work this way
​
Way down south
Way down south
Migrating to the mouth of south
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Boom

Desk commander
P-propaganda
Ya slinging guns for fun
& running border lines
These rules you're making
That you're breaking
Faking, faking all your lies

With the power to devour
Harming by the hour
Loneliness turns sour
What's it for
Ya got the power to devour
Harming by the hour
Trade the blood just for the money
And you lose it all

People played like pawns
And torn apart their family
Misconception and lies of a tragedy
Oh, no so low
Three towers toppled down
Onto the building floor
One though had no impact
And you wonder more
Oh, no where'd it go

Oh, love come home
Looking up to the sky
Wondering what is life like
Upon the other side
You gon' hide it from the world
But there's a starving girl

And she's dreaming of another day
Where the world won't work this way
And I know it may be hard to be true
But bombing building's ain't what ya do
And she's dreaming of another day
Where the world won't work this way