no need to cry

[telnik]

It's a race, a race for rats

A race for rats to die (c)

oh don't mind to hear their lies

guessing how to stay alive

only wanting to survive

looking in their empty eyes



mouth's getting hot and dry

off your pocket-hidden knife

there is never no fair strife

there is never need to cry



but just do not lie to me -

it's your own reason to be

no one really wants to die

you won't hear the mother's cry



what you feel when hear her cry?