Simple stain, wipe my blood off your skin
It's trivial inexistent, your object of desire
You give god the credit for life
While you decide my fate
And take it all away
Silent Protest – Is all I get until the trends end
We are, we are the falling of your moral standing
Violent Breeders – doers of inhuman thinking
We are, we are – the burning of your working
I'm the plea of the buried
Destroyed in your crossfire of hatred
Eternal – my wounds are forgotten
Like – I am nothing
Abandoned, inside. Waiting for my restoration
There is no hope - for the weak and agitated
Exposed, skinless –
You've taken what you didn't need
An honour, torn away
Another life, thrown away
I have no voice, my screams unheard
We have no voice, we are alone
I am in ruins,
No kind of death can be this kind of life
You fought for me, and my pride
But for a while
Buried in your feed
Forgotten and side-lined
All have failed me
Stripped off my integrity, one death at a time
Shred of my innocence, the ultimate sin.
For the death of me, I'm always blamed
This, this will remain
Until the end of days, until the end of the world
There's no fear of consequences
The draining of a failing state
You. You've spared the God, you've spared the country
They vowed to protect
Your system of justice
It makes me wait and I am blamed.
All have failed me.