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