Huge figures stand behind
Their loud whispers left you petrified
When they slammed the doors
You just stared at the holes in your shoes
I have enough of this kind living
And I don't need no charity
No more frustration, no more anger
You were raised by a vicious hand
The burden you bear will vanish in the air
The time will come when the light will slit
The smokescreen in the mist
I have enough of this kind living
And I don't need no charity
No more frustration, no more angеr
I have enough of this kind of living
And I don't need your charity
Dance to thе sound of an hellish riot