My social standing is foreigner in my nation
Only defiance for the state
I paid all that it gave to me since i was born
Year by year

Condition doesn’t change for me
Shit remains shit
Street’s dogs, awful bastard breed
Terror lead my sins

At the bar, under charge
Strategy of scar
Every day is not so far
Total control has begun

Look myself over my shoulders
Repression imposed by leaders
Dissension reasons wrote with blood
Dog face dog

Behind the tension
There’s someone that wants darkness around me
Cruel as a black heart kills
A black heart kills

They’ve got guns, bludgeons, the badge
Beware when they shot in the mass
Orders are clear, obey till’your death
To soothe revolt, with each pretext

A liberal model by force of arms
Should be a part or you will

Death, privations and drugs
The ways which you learn to distrust


Base oneself on the fact that the rest is pointed to disappear
Gathered blinds, unconscious fears

Time is killing me
And consider next one as enemy
Waiting my last day to arrives
Draining blood from these eyes