Trapped like rats, controlled by the big cats
We better follow the rules.
Sometimes they are starting spats
We are surronded by fools.
Many voices, lack of choices
The fools are like a beast.
Killing a few voices
Making us thinking «we will never be released»
Inside my heart, I still have this part
the spirit of never giving up.
Waiting for the day when I can restart
When I'm done with this death sup.