Endless tension , walking corpses
You see in their faces sad frustation
Cops are hitting , cars are crashing
And piles of people are s**ing smog
1. And I die slowly in this grave
My grave , in wich millions will die
The gla**cases are showing fashions
While beggars beg for a piece of bread
Busses are filled with human ma**es
And a dog4s crushed by the wheels
2. And I cry surrounded by stress
And I think , How can I live in this mess?
Chorus:
And the hate is growing high
And the city grows to the sky
We're just some little scums
Trapped in our own pretty tomb