Days of hallucination ruled by terror, dancing cudgels of egotism Eyes of the watcher infect the wounds, turn away as we vomit blood Within the parade of heated battle, all is unethical and illegal Take back my allotted justice, justice is lacking, defend our violence Rotten, rotten A society high on perfection Dead, dead A society desensitized Lost, lost A society high on revulsion Murdered, murdered Before the bodies are even cold Fierce people, unarmed people with bare hands Fierce people, people ignorant of war Accusation and desperation profanity, bloody violence All is black behind tricks, scream inside is apolitical Standing on the brink Staring down, a missile raging at the twisted con Cruel agression of instinct, self-defence, reborn everywhere Rotten, rotten A society high on perfection Dead, dead A society desensitized Lost, lost A society high on revulsion Murdered, murdered Before the bodies are even cold Dancing cudgels are generation's urban ensemble Overprotection rears its head Fierce people, unarmed people with bare hands Fierce people, people ignorant of war Avoid mention of my decision Your paradox, he's already dead Denying my choice and myself telling a story of people nobody hears Need I relate the intensity of life Ashamed of the dignity of life and our childishness Surging blood excites the passion The hurting flesh leaves a deep wound Animal instincts, fierce expressions, raging riots, chaotic screams This is the real word, this is the real We are the people, I am the people We are fierce people, I am fierce people