Relentless and intolerant The young ones are Growling, twitching Like a caged tiger
Running from bar to bar of a social cell Searching for the gap to absolute freedom
There is no such crack But he doesn't suspects it Society will crush anyone Who dares to oppose the stream
Distressed, futile The young ones are Growing, pushing themselves Through the dismal reality
A desperate roar from a gaping mouth A sound of a tiger who gives up the dream A perception that comes with aging A knowledge of a worthless youth fantasy