How beautiful but miserable is this world
How vain and plastic is this way of life
How wonderful would be the death
When your existence reason has been dismembered
By this social chaos
I'm an enslave of this chaos
Jungle, of iron
Jungle of vain perfection
Jungle, of sickness
Architecture of suicide
During centuries, Structures of repression
Walls blinded by the intolerance
Eyes that don't want to see
Ears that don't want to hear
And architecture of suicide, the salvation of
This vile destiny
I'm a marionette of this routine
Jungle of mirrors
Jungle of insanity
Jungle of sad