Show me your victims. I’m not on your side. Pain on your face, it’s your last fight. They talk too loud. Shut up your crowd. It’s the last day! Anarchy comes. And my best friends, they present fresh life They are rounds in the human’s mind I don’t know about your rage It’s a burn of new man inside your straight I believe that the new world is coming I believe that it’s insane I bet my generation makes your fucking days And new revolution! It makes you a scum My time, my youth, my pollution Makes you stoned hard Stoned! Internet and other shit have changed your fate It’s worse brain and makes your fat Now you on a way to anywhere Where is no salvation and I don’t care Yes, we are kidding, we can’t win that war I just don’t want you to ignore: Don’t ignore your mind and ignore their fake Do what you want and wait for their mistake Stoned!