gods

damn pointing each other's fingers
non stop yelling crippling these ears
fightings, brawlings, looped hatred
when will all these miseries end?
how much more screams each will be soaked?
how long will it take before each will stop
blaming and hurting each emotions?
before each will cry and sob to one another?
and plead for each one's forgiveness
to embrace what's left for them
and live with the changes
with those thoughts that was done
- mutilated, disgusted, hoaxed
if only an ice cream could chill each
could paint those longed smiles
ease those heartaches and pains
could keep the good memories alive
bring back and accept the new life
when will arguments will cease itself
or better chain itself to death?
and let each live as one in peace.
its not a matter of winning
or lossing or who made it through.
silence and enough selfless love
just shut up, and things will go easy.






Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision
Well, maybe you should tie me up so I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah, how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

Wo-o-o-ho-oh

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror

If God's the game that you're playing
Well, we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely... to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion, but it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you

Wo-o-o-ho-oh

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret... I'll hold you to it

I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror

I know you won't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror