so much stress god bless   I hate the way you fake this   and hope to get the sympathy   I think it`s time to break this   and just play it like a symphony   empty promises rule the scenes   alcohol and kerosine run thru your   vains as you in hail the black   smoke that you then spit in the   face of the innocent I hate to   watch you fall but love to make   you crawl if you want death well   deth is what you`ll get act like   a fool and you`ll die soon any   thing you do can be used against you      you reap what you have sown yo   may the hand of God be upon you      world full of war so much gore   little bit of love is too much   asked as brothers kill eachother   everybody gets blasted I don`t hate   you don`t wanna break you 'cause I   love you dearly dont have to fear   me I only wanna show you the   kindaman I am do you wanna know   who made me what I am He`s the   one who reaps us one by one   and He wants you so throw away   your gun 'cause if you show some love   it can do no harm it`s about the   real art of war in our hearts