Since he plays with his games of war These deads on the news seem so far Only a child taught to run out his dread Turning out to be unaltristicly sub-minded Walk his outdated road away from existence For today he is a bored teacher of terror Amused by bloody image like a cat with a mirror He did never thought about the others In his state of stability and forces He don’t care about the misery’s faces. We are sleeping hard on a PCP bed Drugged and trapped in social refusal (Individualy isolated) The value of lives reaching the floor We try to survive playing the whore So wake up, wachen Sie auf, despierte, svegli For everyone the mourning should be there! Tenemos dificultad para avanzar, como si (On a de la misère à avancer comme si) Nuestros pies estuvieran pegados en la tierra (Nos pied étaient collés sur la terre) I set a decree of discontinuity to the excess of selfishness (To transcend our kind) We must engage a campaign against fears (Free from strive we will be) We must accept who these others are, What they are... Why they are... --- Modify the toxic source of terror Would be our only hope of savior (And aware) If we can find it in this power jungle, Would we see it in the shower of control?