We see humans hunting humans
We always seem to include them
When we see each other fighting
We don't look inviting
We can run from eachother
Into the arms of one another.
We try to stop the struggle
We all try to juggle.
All the things in our modern lives
We see all the strife
When we have a knife
Pointed at us
We just want to cuss
Out the world
But when we do we are hurled
Into another conflict
Then it just clicked.
We were born for this cycle
But then I have a question: "Why kill?"
No one can answer that question
Because no one knows the defininiton
of my mission
To stop all the struggles
When they grabs brass knuckles
I'll just stay away.
Because I don't want to play
My part in such a bloody world.
