Facing consequent troubles arising
Getting better with conflicts inciting
Makes you feeling the blade of incising
Competition instead of exercising
There’s no exit compares the mutilation
Searching for a bit exoneration
Keeping far from mind consolidation
Constant piteous death of generation
God has forgotten this place!
Break these jails and chains
Have your own way
It’s the only chance.
Break these jails!
What’s all your life’s gist?
Now you know that
This all leads to exultation of the beasts
Summoning up all your courage
Surviving in the kingdom of lies
Turning back to violence profusion
Hardly bearing all fears of execution
Try to die till you’re totally collapsing
Till you’re feeling your blood circulating
Now you can feel what’s like to be a victim of sorrow within their hands
Break this fence
My equanimity is your execution
Your unreality is my ammunition