The music is gone,
The light's gone too.
where do they go?
To what and to who?
The plants are rotting,
The earth's turnin' grey.
The remains are left to death.
and so silent, as they lay.
Children are kept inside,
Men doesn't know.
Their eyes are getting fake,
And their salary kept low.
War crawls everywhere,
In their beds.
In the mud they live in.
Crawlin' as far as it gets.