NEW BULLET DANCE REPLAY

Here we are as dead as passed away breaths
Our landmines under our railway tracks
Our train is packed with our children
Our brain isn't refresh for our education
Our stations are at the opposite field of conflict
We travel on the circles of unwanted trouble gift
This is originally born like a civil war fight
This is officially gone like a legal law rights
Lights of new born day is a filled up darkness
Lives of cruel born way is a killed heart loveless
This earth's made of mindless and insanity
This heart takes off kindness and mercy
Every bone becomes a bullet in belief
Every skull becomes a bomb to release
Every soul becomes a guide to lead
Bullets dance under the fighting  flag
Bullets dance through human head
We've learned lesson but we've forgotten
The characters all for all is human
The directors all in one is world
The movies one in all is war
Bomb fallen over home
Carnage trees grown in carnage field
Here we are...
Dead dreams as a best things
NEVER OVER and REPLAYING!!!

A'karikz Yannaing
THE SECOND SECOND
26.07.2012