Seconds Before the Shot

Slow control machine can’t stop the faster gun of freedom
How many will die serving for example, but no one to punish
True freedom we have is spending the hope to perish
Aiming on the forehead… The justice in a finger
Nobody can control the bullet tearing the air!
Seconds before the shot you don’t retreat and laugh
There are few to make you remind, lots to make you forget
Seconds before the shot… Yeah!
Each body lying has a rich story to increase the numbers
Kind words won’t save the world, won’t close the wounds
Another head falls, opening the hole, bleeding the lungs
Aiming on the forehead… The justice in a finger
Nobody can control the bullet tearing the air!
Aiming on the forehead… The justice in a finger
Nobody can control the bullet tearing the air!
Seconds before the shot you don’t retreat and laugh
There are few to make you remind, lots to make you forget
Seconds before the shot… Yeah!