Lonely, as you know
Walking into the death
Warriors screaming sadness
And liberty for their souls

Murderes breathing the sun
Like the blood of their guns
Without food or needs
Like the past precedes

And its gonna be the thin line...
Between peace and war

I wish i can sleep...
I wish i can remind her
That anger is so deep
Like Innocent Murderer

Can you teach me paciently
How to save a life
How to kill myself
Before they do it right

And its gonna be the thin line...
Between peace and war

No pride in the streets
No one can survive
Dry like my lips
No reason to stay alive

Shoes of skin
Running in the sand
Walking into the death
Playing when they can...

And its gonna be the thin line...
Between peace and war