If I had your face
your colour and rac
eand I worship
your religion;
in whose name then
will there be blood again,
who will embrace
these sorrows and pain,
orphans of your blind game.
What will happento life's goal and aim,
perhaps lifewill never be the same.
So I doubtthat you will spare me then
for the game doesn't end
till someone remains;
And I know
even you're not to blame,
you'll continue to fight
and kill for fun
for you were never god anyways,
just a mere human.
your colour and rac
eand I worship
your religion;
in whose name then
will there be blood again,
who will embrace
these sorrows and pain,
orphans of your blind game.
What will happento life's goal and aim,
perhaps lifewill never be the same.
So I doubtthat you will spare me then
for the game doesn't end
till someone remains;
And I know
even you're not to blame,
you'll continue to fight
and kill for fun
for you were never god anyways,
just a mere human.