They are not Leaders They wake up with one intention... a plan to bomb the weak... Pretending they're the wise ones... with the venom that they speak... They wake up in the morning with a plan to bring the pain To bomb the weaker nations, in the sun and in the rain They act with false pretension, a wiser path they seek But their approach is violence, for the strong to prey on weak To call them leaders is a sin, a truth we can't rescind They're bloodthirsty criminals who find their pleasure in the end In killing all the innocents, a game they love to play And call themselves a "developed" nation at the end of the day It's a shame to give them support, these criminals in suits Whose hands are stained with innocent blood from their corrupt pursuits! They are not leaders! They're criminals in suits! With hands stained with blood and their poisonous roots! A shameful act to call them one; it's time to draw the...
The world of Two When I looked deeply in your eyes When I looked deeply in your eyes Your gaze took me to a world so bright Where nothing exists but you and me A world crafted just for us, you see When I started listening to you When I started listening to you Your words took me to a world so true Where nothing exists but you and me A concert made for us, just we two Your eyes, they open up a door Your words, a concert I adore Your listening, a healing space Your hands, a garden full of grace Every sense comes alive in you A life worth living, loving you When I started speaking to you When I started speaking to you Your attention pulled me through Where nothing exists but you and me A therapy session, wild and free When I started holding your hand When I started holding your hand Your kindness made me understand Where nothing exists but you and me A garden growing, wild and free ...