You Hear about the crime You Hear about the pain We All know the problem But The poverty remains just the same (Just The same) Now Where, is the food Where? Are the clothes Where's? The incentive to live Now? My babies have grown Fire In my head Population Overflows Anger Grows Frustrations Explode For Second-hand clothes You Have to wait your turn But The bodies still burn Fury Fury Fury Furious Futures Furious Futures The Wind still blows It Makes our fears return The Sirens wail And Our bodies still burn No Serum for our plague The Rivers are mud Our Bones are clay In This petrified forest To Our victims we're the prey But We might as well stay As Our eyes drip blood There's A machine A Suicide machine It Rules It Screams A Prize for a life From A cloud in the sky Way Up on high Wailing Voices cry Furious Futures Furious Futures Furious Futures Furious Futures