My

You, who looked at me so proud.
You, the one that stands above the crowd.
You, the living dead
That killed all the living.
You, the punishment that hunts you.
You, the fucker who scape it.
You, burning in hell, I know so.
Torn to pieces over and over
by the ones you put there.

Alone I sit and wait
For your soul to reborn again.
I sit alone in here
Fist enraged, fist as stone.
Fist to claim the souls of millions.

Who are they?
Who do you think they are?
Hidding behind your mask of power
They are the you that survives.
Thousands are waiting by their doors,
Fists enraged and bloodshot eyes wide open,
Mouth smashed and eyes well blackened.

All of them,
who play that unceasing hymn of protest,
All of them,
Who's voice will never be shut
'cos their pain will never be over.
You and all of them
Robbed them theri lifes,
Their future and their peace.
That dangerous games you play
Has cost this world and all the others that will come.
All of those motherfucker...