Send, like a dust to the wind. Forlorn in the deep of shit. Every day she endures, and running to an end. These idealistic extremists, Who fight for their narrow visions of a better world. Stray, the collective consciousness, for their own fight. But now, we must follow a guide and believe in prophets. In this millennium, everyone is born with a sword of Damocles in the back.
We would like to find our place, but everyone, don't have that chance. In this human chain, or everyone has to put his piece of the puzzle. For a well formed in every respect. No more dreams, since our rights are declining and need that moneygoes Hoped to be able to finish the end of me. A constant survival in a world of censorship. You, alone, forgotten and can no longer be provided by your genitors. And you wait for the day, Or you can finally get away from the reality that we live.
We would believe that solidarity exist. But everyone is encased in its own problems. Nobody would want to risk ending up on the street. The worst part of all this, That the bastards who made the hatred of our generation. Want to withdraw any rights, welfare and all your leisure. By finding a scapegoat in their action plan.
The homeless will don't have even more dignity, and tomorrow, Seeing a dead body on the street will be an habit. Stop swallowing everything, that these sons of bitch said. Think for yourself and will be won. Realize that our democracy break up.