Rooftape - Rude People

I saw two people disputing about the end of the world I was about to split them up When I heard a sound A group of nobles on a high horse Came rushing about Start clashing for those peasant’s souls As I laid frozen by this sight We feel sorry pal For taking sides when we shouldn't have For shaping what is on our mind Us rude people The ground was red with the blood of the dead And the soul of the fallen Many lives were taken that day That now are forgotten Empathy's dead and context's too