This life where we live its so bored, depressive
No one knows why we born we called sick to grown up alone
Raised by mans sick and tired they worked hard
Gave us the best that they could give and we were not able to succeed
Feeling shit over to the ground buried deep feeling
Our bones crushing one by one
Fingernails bitted till we bleed
This pain is so good is our reason to live

Why we all fight if the end is the same?
Six feet under is deep enough to make us equal like an unborn child
Black or white we want to be someone
We are all made of choices so why do we choose the wrong one?
War is not the answer to stop this carnage
So stand up and face it

Trust? Tell me the definition of trust
We all now what it means
So, why don't we trust?
Mistakes? We are made of mistakes
A lie lead us to the grave
We all die in vain

This hole, where I am in it's so warm, renewing
Everyone knows where we go to a better place called home
Purgatory is our final goal
Enemies, family in the same place same hole
Hell rings
This is our final call
Io left this disgusting body and became only soul
All in the same place
All in the same hole

Mistakes? We are made of mistakes
A lie lead us to the grave
We all die in vain
Trust? Tell me the definition of trust
We all now what it means
So, why don't we trust?