Countless masses struggle to survive
In the ruins forgotten

Nameless faces fill up the body count
Abandoned children

The street seems deserted
Around the corner, gun fire a desperate cry

Rebellions still urged to fight
For their belief they will die

Heavy noise fills up the silence
Tanks rolling in, machineguns
Machineguns fill up my dream

Police open fire a massacre is born
The barricades all broken
Tanks rolling on

Blood stains the square
Heavily armed forces, execution held
Infant children brought to this world
Children, mothers, fathers all scattered, Death

Down the street a mob has gathered armed with
Knifes and chains, A victim is found

His head repetitively kicked at
A sound of chains ripping flesh
No longer identifiable by his face
Deep cut in his back, flowing blood
Pulse zero

Countless masses struggle to survive
In the ruins forgotten

Nameless faces fill up the body count
Abandoned children