I feel myself closed
Inside a glass cube
Where the filth doesn't let me see outside
I try to define what's going on
But here inside I'm the only one

The man at the street corner
Was burned alive
Just because his own life
Was unfair to him

In a world where money dictates the rules
Those who don't have it are condemned to death

No reaction
Waiting for the worst

Sometimes we try to do something
That can change this bad perspective of life
But the only thing the leaders want
Is that we remain on the outside

To guarantee what is going to happen
They imprison us in our own ignorance
Using for this their powerful media
Telling us what we have to do

No reaction
Waiting for the worst