We can’t speak – set us free
We can’t see from our misery
Here are no gods but I’m sure there is a hell
Hope there’s some kind of peace waiting at the end
On borrowed time till the shallow hole
We bury our own
Empty heart and soul
Fall to the ground without a sound
Right from the birth to the burial grounds
Silently drowning in the deepest waters
Shame on us all
We can’t speak – set us free
We can’t hear from our suffering
The world is burning in the third degree
The bodies are piling for the powers that be
Everything is for sale – dead souls tipping the scales
The freedom of the speech gets silenced
Humble lambs fed to the lions
Silence gets louder and the noose gets tighter
The world is burning, the flames get higher
The new chaos order – new medicines for disorder
Creating enemies to control minds and borders
Panic disorder, anxiety
Paranoia and the force-fed lies
The invisible chains grow from inside
We are only lambs to the slaughter
Unconscious minds and blind eyes, the foreclosure of the freedom
Paint a target, aim and shoot to kill, silence the already sleeping
More of the lies that advertise the ongoing killing season
We turn the human rights into genocides
We are dying with a sickness inside us - soulless and born of violence
Full of hate and malevolent everyone yearns for war – no one is safe
Chaos – there’s a war without a front
Order – too many graves to dig on the home front
Chaos – at the end of the rope
Order – without hope
