Alone in their destination

Wandering thru this violent life

A part of all misconception from their past

And now thrown out to the street to rot

Painful screams never heard

Hung on the wings of death

Germs are what they seem

For the rich they have no need

Left in the cold in crucial places

Feeling the horrors of real life

Places to places, no where to go

Agonizing pain and no one seems to care

Trying to revive 'em for a higher place

But no one seems to give any support

They hear their torment call

Disarmed from an endless war

Aimed by all kinds of poverty

Vagabonds you will find in types of societies

Resting in the underground of this materialistic

Inferno

CHORUS

Mortify

In hostility of human injustice

Some say that they're not concerned

But never willing to take their burdens

Let's hope it's not your skin

Which is rotting of sins

CHORUS

Mortify

In hostility of human injustice

They are living in a world of darkness

In which the light seems far away

No justice

Blamed for someone else's deed

Humiliation

Because they are poor

Treated harshly

Is this what they call the advancement of mankind

Why men want to rule the space

While they can't even solve the problems of the earth

Where is our humane sense now

So much said, but so little done

Blinded and devoured by our greed

Facing all the worries of our minds

We can't feel what is happening in the world around us

turbulence is the conflict which we all must face

Crossing the line of stupidity and discrimination

Is one of the reasons which makes us ignore

The actual state of the moribund

Breaking down their hope to piece

Destitution increases in front of