A hymn for the isolated A wake up call for the conscience A tear for the violated An ear for the opposition A smile for the crippled beggar A little hope for the desperate Justice for the innocent A hand reachin for the helpless Guess this shall never be Down in the streets Up in the flats Isolation taught us being passive The level of nobody cares Bout someone dismembering his wife Neighbours gettin used to that stuff I dont give a Fuck the scenery The happenings inside their cages Fences Nothing but usual Rage, murder at the first floor Cops in the basement Selling confiscated 4 H Guess this shall never be The recently torn poor dudes blood Decorating the pavement I walk, nighttime, suicide Realize three guys out for a buck To make themselves a living Killing environments Daddys mistreatin children A hundred freaks rapin women Windows gettin closed We dont hear no Cries for help from the streets Deafened motherfuckers Turning up their TVs Guess this shall never be Eye to eye Facing the disgusting daily rage No one able to deal with his own mistakes Searching for a way to immortality Cages gettin built by your I dont give a fuck mentality
gettin, guess, cage, shall, mistreatin