My Heaven Could Be Your Hell
My heaven could be your hell
Waves of black fuel bring destruction
Legions of lead soldiers wage war
Against the orphans' nation
Satiated apostles of the wrong trade organisation are
Sharing the last meal
Crumbs of globalisation should feed
The armless fighters from the twilight
(borders are engraved)
Call me number
My projecting eyes have only one desire, the ruin
Of all these concepts and despots
That make us fighters of the life sickness
----illusion---
This so
Controversial hate has become
The vital drink of my sorrow and our inheritance will
Never forgive their trespasses
Call us numbers...........
Waves of domination build opposition