Young boys lying on the floor
What's the reason they were fighting for?
Offensive words running trough their heads
Crying eyes, wishing he was dead
The neighbours heard them trough the door
What's the reason they were fighting for?

This is the end of beeing friends
This is the end of beeing friends
You never hurt my feelings before
I'm gonna crush you fucking...

Face is turning read - preasure fills my head
Stabs deep inside - there's nothing you can do
But fight - is this your right? It's not the time to hide!
Raise you fist against the other side

Braek your face
Smash you down
Broken nose
To the ground

Is this what you expected from life
Is this the way you want to survive
Is this what you expected from life
Is this the way you want to survive

Young boys lying on the floor
What's the reason they were fighting for?
A bloody nose- a bloody fist
It's not his fault
It was his risk
Was it his rigth, or was he wrong?
Now it's too late - his friend is gone

He's wrong...

What is the difference between?
Fighting a friend or playing the war
Why can't you stupid people see
A thousand times we played this game before