who is it who's not listening now?   the sound of the hammer of fear   sounds out there   a bullet for a dollar    a bomb for a barrel   the murder dogs are already sniffing   following the chase of that son   without family   it doesn't matter whitch side you're on   the truth is in the center   and it will never fall anywhere   and you'll have enough meat   for a long time are you satisfied?   so a mother hugs her children   while she leaves her land in memories..   i'm sorry little stranger   that tear running down your face   looking for the ground   won't stop the therat      look up to the sky   and whisper your prayer   that the pain will not be eternal   so you can be a child again