Weapons, bullets, my body... What do the machines Eyes see when it Sends me destruction? My flesh is target. Shot... Pieces of me fly In blood splashes. What do my eyes See when the world Becomes not mine? This land is not my home Anymore. The shot has destroyed me. The world is not mine Anymore. And the world changes In my eyes. And the world changes Iron with the weapon. The piece of metal erases Humans. What do the machines Eyes see when cities fall, When the human Life disappears? The world changes More and more. Blood leaves body Pieces more and more. More and more...