We searching for peace now

But peace how?

We crying wolf, but running from the beast now

And there’s no beach to the sea’s now

The seas, wow, something we teach now

Like how to farm a bleached cow

From New York to Free Town

But no one is free now

We reap what we sow as we split the seeds, plow

Even seems we’re leaving behind the weeds now

And make fake dreams in our sleep now

No relief for the grief now

And no belief in the priest crowd

The king is dead, buried deep down

Six feet under and screams loud

But his words aren’t heard

As a hundred other screams now emerge

As brothers kill brothers in another purge

Like a thunder surge

What a fucking blunder, it’s so absurd