Murderers

Imagine everything you love

got lost in the morning light

you shiver and you ache

and bleed from the side

there's a nervous ticking

inside your desperate little hungry mind

it's mama nature

telling you

 don't panic

you gonna die!

You can't help it

it's a lowdown pitiful fact

you had 35 years time for regret

now it's too late

don't start looking back

here comes an inconvenient truth

that needs to be said

and we're all murderers

with warm blood on our hands

and we're all murderers

by looking away

day by day

once again

starving children

I can't take it no more

bad vibrations

dripping out of every goddamn hole

the sunny side of life

that's what i ordered

medium well

well, somebody is gonna get slaughtered

but not me this time

''ll keep myself outta your business

''ll wash my hands every 30 minutes

can I get a witness?

but the smell of blood

is still in my system

it's a pitiful fact

here comes an inconvenient truth

that needs to be said

Listen up!

Don't give up!

Sometimes all you gotta do is love

We need to change and we better be fast

Here comes an inconvenient truth that needs to be said