Countless masses struggle to survive

In the ruins forgotten



Nameless faces fill up the body count

Abandoned children



The street seems deserted

Around the corner, gun fire a desperate cry



Rebellions still urged to fight

For their belief they will die



Heavy noise fills up the silence

Tanks rolling in, machineguns

Machineguns fill up my dream



Police open fire a massacre is born

The barricades all broken

Tanks rolling on



Blood stains the square

Heavily armed forces, execution held

Infant children brought to this world

Children, mothers, fathers all scattered, Death



Down the street a mob has gathered armed with

Knifes and chains, A victim is found



His head repetitively kicked at

A sound of chains ripping flesh

No longer identifiable by his face

Deep cut in his back, flowing blood

Pulse zero



Countless masses struggle to survive

In the ruins forgotten



Nameless faces fill up the body count

Abandoned children