Tzedakah 가사

The victim, the war, the blood on my door...no one wants that... The guns, the bombs, this pitiful song... The death, the stone, a cold empty home... Sickness, disease, the broken families... What would you do, if things turned out that way? What would you say if things would never change? So think of a way, we didn't have to stay the same... How does it sound? It doesn't sound in sane A word, a sign, our own peace of mind...that's what we want... No more disease, a hope for world peace... A move, a dance, a new fucking chance... A breath, a sigh, a blue fucking sky...