Today I tried like hell to clear my head of troubled times



But I couldn't stop the desparation fighting for my life



Never held illusions, never fallen on pretense



While I worried how to make the rent, they put a bullet in your head





Saro-wiwa, when will this struggle end?



Losing faith in my convictions and the words that I have read



Saro-wiwa, each day so many lies



Conscience traded on the market while the poor are left to die





Today my courage failing as the bills replace the lines



That used to give me so much hope for stories to survive



Today I felt like dying as I read those lines again



Apocalypse or jubilee, I just want to see the end





Zapatista, they tried to tell us that



The future holds out no more promises and history's reached the end



Zapatista, when will this struggle end?



Losing faith in my convictions while I watch you lose your land