Lets Grow. Disease Of Modern Times. By My Syde. Zeneszám

What should I do?
It?s in my head
What should I do?
It?s on my mind
One word against the world
An element of creation and truth

Death is just a simple thing
Sometimes it?s tearing us apart
But should I be afraid so much??
Cry like an innocent child?

Is it a bleeding heart?
A simple money game?
A ship without horizon?
I don?t know but I care

Can I feel it? Can I see it?
Can you buy it? Can you keep it?

?BY MY SIDE

(Thanks to Milica for these lyrics)