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 [bad word]                                                                Mass media’s [bad word]                                                                   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
                                                          [bad word] a razor on my wrist
So long, and [bad word] off…

*  *  *

Is this the dream?
Is this what I’ve been dreaming of?
Is this destiny?
   The one which god had given us…