They rushed my flat
Called me anarchist
Now my head's been shaved
Stuck my foot in my own grave
But I have to be brave
Wish I could just fly away
A last view of the horizon
I just hear shots and sirens
In your dictatorship head
I'm feeling dazed and mostly dead
Dazed and mostly dead but I scream:
No nations -
It's just a construct to oppress
No borders -
I can still see blood on your hands
No nations -
Against your national threats
You can't wash the blood - the blood off your hands
They stomped my face without a grace
Acted like bloodhounds in a chase
But I won't give up - I won't fail
For all my brothers and sisters in jail
One day we'll see the horizon
Without the shots and the sirens
Destroy dictatorship-camps
And fuck those national trends
You can't wash the blood - the blood off your hands
My jail becomes your mental jail one day
You can't wash the blood - the blood off your hands
My jail - my jail could be yours one day