This is the price of ignorance
into a world of drugs.

So the beginning's always the same.
I can't understand it.

Trapped by the pleasure out in the streets.
Now his life has arrived to its end.

ThereÂ's no excuse, for this sad death.
ThereÂ's no cure for this cruel death.

But this child is just different,
he moved to another town.
For... rehabilitate himself.

Three years later he back home,
now heÂ's just a normal man
rehabilitated... desintoxicated.

But the justice of this world
IÂ'll never understand it


thereÂ's no reason to kill this man
he doesnÂ't deserve to die... of A.I.D.S.

What this man feels canÂ't explain it with words
now for him lifeÂ's only a remembrance
so he only can stand up and shout.

Cry, cry, cry,
die, die, die,
IÂ'll see your face burning in your own hell, alive.

No way out,
no escape,
think in this story that IÂ've told you
or die, or die, as him.

Nobody told you what to do!