The music plays inside my head,
Sound is harsh and makes me sad,
There are thoughts upon my mind,
About those things we left behind.
Things I see with my closed eyes,
Are visions of the world that dies,
Nowhere to run, we’re born in sin,
My voices have one song to sing.
CHORUS:
We’re nothing but the animals,
Animals with big black guns,
Thinking we’re the only ones,
Who can take or give.
We’re nothing but the animals,
Animals with big black guns,
Thinking we’re the only ones,
Who has the right to live.
The voices screaming in my head,
Convincing me: the world gone mad,
But deep inside my heart still knows,
Because of us this madness grows.
CHORUS:
We’re nothing but the animals,
Animals with big black guns,
Thinking we’re the only ones,
Who can take or give.
We’re nothing but the animals,
Animals with big black guns,
Thinking we’re the only ones,
Who has the right to live.
We’re nothing but the animals,
Animals with big black guns,
Thinking we’re the only ones,
Who can take or give.
We’re nothing but the animals,
Animals with big black guns,
Thinking we’re the only ones,
Who has the right to live.
© William van Warg
