Facing consequent troubles arising Getting better with conflicts inciting Makes you feeling the blade of incising Competition instead of exercising
There’s no exit compares the mutilation Looking for a bit exoneration Keeping far from mind consolidation Constant piteous death of generation
God has forgotten this place!
Break these jails and chains Have your own way It’s the only chance. Break these jails! What’s all your life’s gist? Now you know that This all leads to exultation of the beasts
Summoning up all your courage Surviving in the kingdom of lies
Turning back to violence profusion Hardly bearing all fears of execution Try to die till you’re totally collapsing Till you’re feeling your blood circulating
Now you can feel what’s like to be a victim of sorrow within their hands Break this fence
My equanimity is your execution Your unreality is my ammunition