Inventing an Issue Songtext
von Fury 66

I can feel the same frustration in their eyes
How can you not hear their adolescent cries?
Their children have been killed and those children turned to crime
Silly task compared to help with the
Kids still lost to their guiding light
Sometimes I wonder why these kids sit alone and cry
They look for a way out, they wish that they could die

You speak of traditional love will somehow make them see
They close their eyes and get the rubber line and they′re doomed


They don't wanna be
In all the restrictions that you made
And all the times you made them pray
Thinking this would somehow make them learn
You told them that they′ll go to hell
Told them that they're gonna burn

Your so called good intentions
Force fed introspections
Your so called good intentions
Force fed manipulations

In all the restrictions that you made
And all the times you made them pray
Did you really think this would make them learn?