Shall I fight for not my rules?
Shall I fight without reason?
War is not what I'm asking moon,
War is a question in a crimson.
Am I thinking so aloud?
Or the mental questions of the world,
Hidden from the silly crowd,
Now can strip what hides the throat.
It is better die for hound,
It is better live on prison,
Talking 'bout violence – shut your mouth,
Live my rules will be only my decision.
Making love, like holy soar,
Remember only what the war
Have done with your poor soul,
A child can buy weapon in store.
It is better die for hound,
It is better live on prison,
But the victim or the hunter?
Sometimes it is so difficult to differ.
Shall I fight for not my rules?
Shall I fight without reason?
War is not what I'm asking moon,
War is a question in a crimson.