Letra de Solar Flare - 311

Not for lack of a gentle mother
I do lack a mental cover
It keeps on pounding my head
World order, water
torture, exhausted economics
Everyday just more comics
In a pissing contest
That started out with atomic bombs
Mom will they drop the bomb
Will they think about their children's children
Being born with limbs missing
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There is no one to call
You can't make them stall
I want to feed them to each other
Cause I'm sick of them all

How can't you see something's missing
Is anyone listening
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care