Violence
Dennis Monteiro
I keep dancing this dance
They change the couse of things
Decided for us, decided for us
We will run in the middle of the street
We will cry for the lies
I wanna know about all the whitten Letters
I wanna move my arms and run away
I keep singing this song
I keep dancing this dance
I am a woundes soldier, left behind
Why fight?
Why pretend?
Why lie?