Letras:Prong. 100% Live. Broken Peace.

Pick up the broken pieces
Pick up the broken peace

Tell you something clearly
Tell you something real
But you tell me nothing
You never do nothing real

Your kind it keeps on cutting
Division you create
Now it's all exploding
Soon nothing left to break

No hope in complaining
All this lay in ruin
It's a time for mending
Gathering of the wounds