Dir Ya**in - Temporary Situation lyrics

Tattoo Cain's mark onto my forehead, So you can recognize me Even without the colors in my hair. The thought-police is patrolling our streets And these are the new orders, Straight from New York. The cops are just another cog In the machine which creates violence And is oiled by money and blood. And when war is a profitable business It is in the interest of National security To shut the mouths of everyone. But when years of oppressive force Blow up in their faces, And when all codes of honor Turn into a parked carbomb - It is the only thing that'll comfort me, As they again flex their muscles In my face.