Starfall

The stars are falling in a midnight sky

Petrified

Mystified

Sick of division

Sick of it all

Punched in the face

Start a war

Sick of division

Sick of it all

Punched in the face

Start a war

With a glimmer of hope

Will we survive

We will survive

We will survive

Hope for the future

This peace will exist

Born pure without prejudice

Hope for the future

This peace will exist

Born pure without prejudice

Sick of division

Sick of it all

Punched in the face

Start a war

Sick of division

Sick of it all

Punched in the face

Start a war