• Like a power junky , you control the world.
    My world's about to collapse
    You abuse it, amuse it.
    But, do you care?

    Theres nothing left to do.
    Nothing left to do

    This torture, and suffering.
    Waiting for peace is like waiting for snow
    On a warm summer day.

    Or waiting for rain,
    In the middle of a summer`s drought.

    Will it happen?
    Will it ever happen?

    'Cause all I get is, blank peace,
    Dark sorrow
    No hope, all love is l-l-lost;