Sad town, sleeping people
This is the gloomy side of my head
When I think about the way of survive
Nobody looks at the leaves
So, it will [bad word] gray
Somebody looks at the colour of skin
But that colour can't change

This is the sad society song
I'm afraid to learn how to be strong
Our glory, the glory of human race
Is as dirty as the rat race

I killed a part of the little girl on me
To tolerate every defect of humanity
That I discover every day
This race underdeveloped is blind
And pretends to possess a consciousness

This is the sad society song
I'm afraid to learn how to be strong
Our glory, the glory of human race
Is as dirty as the rat race

Sad day, the sun refuses to wake up
Now, it's the moment we have to pay
Not enough to apologize, and now it's too late
Where are they those who have killed
They have to pay for our desolution
Where are they those who are killing today
Who make children born in desolation
The fullness of my desolation
My pain fed with [bad word]