War is Terror.

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I will overpass your rules
On the way destroying my past.
I left out of tools,
That make my wounds last.

War is terror.
War is terror.
War is terror.
War is terror.

Everything is not for sale,
In this days of tightened pants & expensive belts.
I hear a funeral bell sound,
Freedom is on the way to the ground.

War is terror.
War is terror.
War is terror.
War is terror.

You 've destroyed my body.
You 've even damaged my soul.
You 've filled me with seeds of anger.
You 've filled me with seeds of hate.

You are not gonna break me
(No you never…).

For all these I have one word:
Disgrace!