We re going to lose this day
We re going to lose this day
There s nothing left to say
We re dying everyday
This starts to sound the same
Crossing Frontiers, i m taking part
Native customs, you re not allowed
To realize your thoughts and plans
Thrift wood of society
Missing aims, start to ignore
Not any hope, a wide-shut door
I m just a simple-minded duplicate
But who is the referee in this match?
A blowing whistle to replace thoughts?
There s nothing left to say
I m dying everyday - Oh, come on,
Face the truth, it s your own fault that you can t move!
Try not to civilize your short form of ever-lasting resistance
don t get wrong, sometimes it s hard to keep this lane
My feet are bleeding, but they will harden soon...in this match!