There's so many caos and disequilibrium in the air
Get a job is more important than love
Be futile is a rule and and the one who's disobey is a poor person
The soul can't live 'cause it haven't air to breath

No!

The precious conscience was to made to make money
All the human rights was archived
The rebel youth is alienated
And all the ones were the hope was listed [to join the the army]

No!

Will have somebody out there that don't wanna see the sun rise?
Will have somebody out there that don't wanna see the flower of the day dawn?