One part of the world
Is playing with their lives
The other part of the world
Is trying to survive

I feel somewhat guilty
In my flowing life
No threat or fear
In the eyes
There is no tear
Only quiet lies

One part of the world
Is overeating
The other part of the world
Is only dreaming

Sometimes i don’t know
If i can laugh
Sometimes i don’t know
If i can go to sleep
That feeling of guilt

One part of the world
Is playing with their lives
The other part of the world
Is trying to survive
One part of the world
Is overeating
The other part of the world
Is only dreaming