The Game - Truckfighters

If you could depend on me you couldn’t see

The world is chaos as we speak

This is the peek

All the suffer we cause to each and other

Even your little brother

Fears are mounting that a war

Is here for sure

Several peaceholders fail to take hold

Of the only cure to hate people are cold so far from grain

North Korea disagreed

Faith in your creed

Approval of sin did it begin

Were the cold hearted man answer of that we leave for you to… (see)

We are, the same, you and me ohh can’t you see

Get out, from this, game