Lyrics: Francis, Moyses/Music:Francis)

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Alone in their destination

Wandering thru this violent life

A part of all misconseption 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

Disarmen from an endless war

Aimed by all kinds of poverty



Vagabonds you will find in all types of societies

Resting in thew underground of this materialistic inferno



Chorus:

Mortify

In hostility of human injustice



They are living in a world of darkness

In which the light seems far away



(Lead)



No justice

Blamed for someone else's deeds

Humiliation

Because they are poor

Treated harshly



(Lead)



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

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 reasons 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 pieces

Destitution increases infront of their own miserable lives



(Repeat chorus)

(Lead)



Days passed

Injured ones dying fast

Marsh temperatures

The whips of cold winds

Are frosting their bodies on the attack

Feeling the rigor mortis stage alive

Reaching to the ultimate muscular paralysis



(Lead