Who gave you the right to kill this world Maybe the cause is misery without heart and soul Blinded by money, you don't hear them cry Blinded by money, you don't hear them cry. I draw you out of your skin - alive like you do with the creature - alive I slay your child with a stick - alive like you do with the seal - alive It feels the pain too, are you even insensible maternal feelings are the same, so why don't you go, to kill your own child Awake and see what you've done trees are dead - the woods are dying still there is the chance to stop the time.