[Verse 1]
Dropping roses for the ones that I love
They either go down below or up above
I’m tired of hearing funeral service music
Death reports is gonna make me lose it
Uh, so many wars, too many fights
Sometimes I wonder if I take things to light
This is outrageous, people are defenseless
People die every minute every second
Natural disasters, so devastating
Cancerous cells, so infecting
Hungry children, so saddening
Sexual abuses, so scarring
All these broken homes and broken hearts
There doesn’t seem to be any hope to spark
Why so much rain? Why so much pain?
I hear all these tragedies and traumas everyday
Ah! Aggravating me so much
All these people having such bad luck
Blue collar and while collar robberies
Why does everyone have to be so greedy?
Just look at this world it’s so messed up
Homeless people and kids living in dumps
Corruption in money, power, and fame
All these things happening, who is to blame?
This planet and these people are so wicked
Wild beasts untamed in the thickets
The devil is working by spreading lies
People take it in and believe anything that flies
I won’t deny that I’m plagued by views
All these things people say got me lost and confused
Bullies turning innocent children into killers
Diseases all around being a major killer
It seems as though death has also caught up to me
Living life like a countdown, like a zombie
No ray of light everything is so dark
Arguments and no solutions where do we start?
Guns ablaze and flags raised and waved
If only the people that died could be raised
There’s no way that this Earth can be a utopia
Just look at all these messed up eras
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
Where are you God? Why let it burn?
I hate it when somebody loses their life
Especially when they didn’t believe in Christ
Sometimes I wish that my belief wasn’t true
That way I’ll know everyone is in heaven anew
I’m so sorry for thinking about all these things
Yeah, I just hate all these evil things
I pray that there will be hope to this universe
Sooner or later before it gets even worse
The reaper, the cruel nature of death
Losing the efforts and time that has been spent
I don’t get it the good always dies
Then the bad ones always gets to be alive
The news reports and media keep saying
All these different issues, it’s so traumatizing
I’m sick of reading all these different cases
Murder cases, rape cases, abduction cases
Tears keep flowing, the cries cry out
Everyone releasing emotions like let it all out
I wonder when it’ll be the last time I see a casket
Or hearing bout dead bodies in the attic
The stone carved in letters, rest in peace
But surely those words don’t bring us any peace
We want a piece of the person who did this
Then it turns into a paradox of fists and fits
I wish I could see the day death has died
No more black tuxedoes everything be alive