Lyrics Our Life - Funker Vogt

Our Life

What the hell is goin' on this time?
Vested with prohibitive suits
They tell us what is right
Good or bad — black or white
Is it all just a game?
Drug dealing, murder and corruption
A mother who stands alone
Lives only for her child with hunger and tears
Can someone stop this madness?
Beware this broken world of a new Exodus?
Paradise as hope for the deprived
Who risks this step?
Who is willing?
Too weak to live — too strong to die
Born to loose, I’m the opposite of a winner
I point the gun at my head…