Untitled 12 Letra

we chop down all our trees
you sell your soul for gasoline to burn

and I can't stand our ways
but who's to say I'm not to blame as well?
It's a shame you say but life's too short to change this face.

Beggars beg for change
'cause coins are cheap and life's not free out there
and I'm afraid to give too much to people I don't know enough about

and I can't stand our ways
but who's to say I'm not to blame as well?
It's a shame you say but life's too short to change this face.