Bleak world, cold life
What is it that we lack
Hatred poverty, vicious cycles perpetuated
Cast out, failed attempts to halt the repetition
Frozen hearts, disrupted faith
Hope transforms into animosity
To refrain from this conscious hell
Is to drown in this state of misery
And to wake from a walking grave
We must have a show of force overtake the reaper
Show of force
Overtake the reaper
Eradicate the insolent