Hundred refugees have died
I've heard it on the morning news and I take a bite of my bread,
Sipping my coffee, eating my eggs
Like nothings important out in the world
Then I choke on the bite I've taken
When I'm reading the headline
" One man of a yelling crowd shot a movie of his suicide "
Noone tried to stop him! No!
They just awaited his death
In a stream of fire
I know you
Don't need no explanation
Too easy to see you through
You take a delight of anothers misfortune
Hidden spite ain't no way out
What would you do when you're lying on the ground?
Would you cry for help or would you force me to kick you again?