I had a hurting nightmare
In the middle of the night
The story of our violence
Of a dirty awful fight

The mistake of my nightmare
I don’t know if you care
The story really happened
The next day to my friend

Just to say
Another colder day
Just a nightmare
I don’t know if you care

The pride of a young rebel
Seemed to be ashamed
This was a reason for him
To beat my friend blood red

The rebel’s friends were laughing
Because of their image
Showed anyone his good heart
His feelings would be rich

The strong one rules the weak
There’s no doubt for me
Violence against boredom is a new hobby
Violence against boredom is a new hobby

Just to say
Another colder day
Just a hobby
Another doubt for me

Fighting in the street
Change for a fool
Give him satisfaction
But treat his victims cruel

Sharp to break a law
Sharp to be brisk
Waiting for a challenge
And clenching his fists

What did I do
Describe the rowdy
Made out of hate
And full of vanity

That’s just a fraction
Of world’s violence
But also a part
Of war without sense

Don’t wanna teach the world
But I’ve got this fear
Look in my eye
And you will see a tear

There’s just another cross
Violence against us

There’s another passion
It is called aggression

There’s no doubt for me
Torture set them free

I had a hurting nightmare
In the middle of the night
The story of our violence
Of a dirty awful fight

The mistake of my nightmare
I don’t know if you care
The story really happened
The next day to my friend

Just to say
Another colder day

Just a nightmare
I don’t know if you care

Just a hobby
Another doubt for me