No More Cold Play to Fix It

No More Cold Play to Fix The Cold Play

It’s not the first time,

But I want wines of red to consume me

For the world is getting dark.

It’s not the first time,

But I want the blankets to remain stretched on me

For the world is getting dark.

It’s not the first time,

But I want no door anymore to open behind me

For the world is getting dark.

It’s not the first time,

But I want all guns to rest in graveyard

For there is no breath left with humans.

It’s not the first time,

But I want all saints to reach the church yard

For there is a need for prayer and solution.

It’s not the first time,

But I want to buy a yardstick,

For there is a need to measure

It’s not the first time,

But once again they would count the heads

For those alive will become the army next.

It’s not the first time,

But someone will still be there with sticks and stones.

For the once who were alive will seek revenge till they reduce to bones.

It’s not the first time,

But world will come to an end

For it couldn’t be ice, could not be fire, but war that got in trend.