Free Kill کے بول

the world insists swallow our last drops of conscience. brainwashing the whole time, our children sell to buy lunch to dinner. they do not know many words because the freedom of expression is dying. the last gasp of a weak nation. awaken, wake up my son. they suck your soul and you worried about money! smile for its decadence you have become a puppet following the song of the abyss of death. When the lights are out, they killed my hopes, the world a damn lie. our false freedom! Nobody feels safe on the streets, no peace! The fear and madness go hand in hand. the rivers dry, the trees drink the blood that slag in its roots. the last gasp of a weak nation. awaken, wake up my son. they suck your soul and you worried about money! smile for its decadence you have become a puppet following the song of the abyss of death. When the lights are out, they killed my hopes, the world a damn lie. our false freedom!