Power and money
Wars and death
Evil anguish
Will kill myself
My city's a prison
An ice-cold cage
Electronic machines
Turn my life into rage
People are zombies
They don't give a damn
Mass media's shit
Abase myself
Here's too much strangers
And just a few friends
Every day I count
The rest of my days
* * *
Authorities -
Lack of any restraint
Working days
Nervous fears and pain
Life without hope
Among the grey walls
I run a razor on my wrist
So long, and fuck off…
* * *
Is this the dream?
Is this what I've been dreaming of?
Is this destiny?
The one which god had given us…