There is no book
To tell me what is right and what is wrong
There is no scripture
To justify murder in the first degree
There are no soldiers
To tell me when I can be free
There are no drugs
To make me fell whole again
Confusion
Done, with this world
Confusion
Done, with this world
There is no women
Who can make me feel alive
There is no teacher
That can show me how to think
There is no mother
That can teach me how to love
There is no chaos
And confusion too
Confusion
Done, with this world
Confusion
Done, with this world