Born of an urban jungle jail You march like a king of life in cage for the first time you watched your every step but as a result of pride you stumble and fell
born of enlighted mind you were a king of every perfect idea and thought, but modern days' plague destroyed the very shining depth of you
_____ in every self-made feast of flesh you dig your own deep grave you write word "freedom" on your hands yet still you are a slave
you ask a beggar, ask a whore, you even ask a thief, but you would better ask yourself why you're forlorn to bleed
your worthless empty high hopes're dead and you are dying here without a bloodline, without a name but with your filth and fear
you're left with only pleasant dreams with dim instead of a flame desired distant dealms are now lie buried with your hands. _____