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Their screams echo through the nightall this blood is it just a wasteis it freedom, greed a sign of manor a way to pay off their hateTheir young are put on the lineby men who don't even carethey don't even know the endto their graves their seeds they sendTrueYeah! The End of MayInto your hands my soul I submitand you know that I will do the right thinginto your hands my soul I submitand you know that I will do the right thingEvery path is worse than the last one I was on, they saythat a revolution is needed for answersthis contradiction is the burden of blank forms, cuzwhose asking questions when a bullet is yourDestinyA boy of eleven stands stillhis age is hidden by the gunSongtextehis eyes see no pain no fearas the lines on his hands disappearYeah! The End of MayInto your hands my soul I submitand you know that I will do the right thinginto your hands my soul I submithow can I make another life sinkThe time is coming to erase the platformno reason for this generation to fight on?black, white or brown its just a colour that im onwhat might have been is no more Aus Songtexte Mania