Is this present our reality? As we can't win the opinion of another. Murdering for our victory, and claim our defeat. One more dies, for his opinion and this lose, proofs its rightness. The day that fysical strength wins; a scare in the face of freedom. And the faith of humanity, a society doomed to extinct An eye for an eye, to weak for the Speech. Draining the live out of the body, setting your statement of weakness. One more... counting on and on... will this ever meet an ending? And the faith of humanity, a society doomed to extinct The art of murder, ideas that can notion the kill. Blood for justice, a live for the death of comprehencion. One more... counting on and on... will this ever meet an ending?