Testo di 7 In The Morning

7 in the morning, death is in the air Decibels from warheads, deafening my ears Desecrated holy land, the devil's near Devastated, questioning if Heaven's real 7 in the morning, tryna get to noon Staring out my window, watching the platoon go Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left The man on the Moon said it'd be over any day now America will be here soon to make a way out And put us on a plane to LA We'll get to live in Hollywood and see a Laker parade Can't wait to march down Figueroa Mimicking the movement of the soldiers Staring out my window, 7 in the morning, going Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left War, what is it good for? And what's the point of peace if we can break it? All the wars we wage as nations over money or location or religious ideation Humans cheering in the crowd, proud of their gladiators Why is death our entertainment? I don't understand Primal greed, we always feel the need to have the upper hand Murdering our brothers for the love of Uncle Sam Marching like a soldier, waiting on commands going Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left