The ocean is on fire
The sky turned dark again,
as the bugs came in
And the beaches stretched out with soldiers,
With their arms and guns,
it has just begun
Believe, do you want this?
Believe, I want this too!
Why won’t you tell me that, it’s almost over?
Why must this tear my head inside out?
And the houses, laid out like targets,
With the deafening sound,
We watched them all go down,
And the families, now useless bodies
They lay still black and blue,
a gift from us to you
Believe, you want this!
Believe, do I want this too!
Why won’t you tell me that, it’s almost over?
Why must this tear my head inside out?
Oh oh oh oh oh.
Believe
Believe you want this too!
Why won’t you tell me that, it’s almost over?
Why must this tear my head inside out?
Why won’t you tell me that, it’s almost over?
Why must this tear my head inside out?
Oh oh oh oh oh
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