Текст песни People-wolves

Clouds of nuclear heat rushed past by a summer The beam of a sun hits to my eyes by a ultraviolet Swarm of bees of voices, I rejected by you A scream of wolves remains, calling a pack I am given birth by poverty Raised by famine of wars Burnt by an indifference.. I dreamed of one, to survive … I am hungry, an animal instinct The crunch of bonds excites my brain Hatred helps me to live Fear of death generates a rage I shall be spilled by an acid In blue of your eyes I shall filter from heavens a rain I destroy your bit of world To be a predatory animal is exciting power To gobble up the weakling is insatiable defect. People - wolves, people - jackals If only to survive in human pack