There is not anything capable at this time... Of giving me happiness
Except for the light of the sky... Gives heat to my soul

Allow me to go to where nobody this... To run for the deserted humanity
Where there doesn't exist bad... Without wars neither death
Where the man's wickedness doesn't affect me.

The hate in heart of the men... Gives it hurts.
The ignorance pays it others with pain... I close my eyes
I sit down pain of us.

We destroy our world... Leaving without our future legacy
We are the worst threat
We give pain, misery and death
In exchange for money and power
Give me Justice for the heart of the men
Decapitated, Violated, Slaughtered, Sick
Poor, Guilty of Having been born

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