We're leaving dead as open sky, We're breathing air so full of dust, We never tried to close our eyes And every day we wear a mask... We're comletely in the dark I think, we're loosing all our hopes, So fuck, at last just cotton rope
Sickness is in us We're empty Why are we hungry In this land of plenty?
We're trying hard to conquere the world, Ignoring what we have just learned, To keep the meaning in our lifes But this requieres so many lies... The cancer eating our souls, We need to feel this emty hole
Sickness is in us We're empty Why are we hungry In this land of plenty? Life in free land of plenty...