Alcatraz کے بول

Living in the darkness / screaming pain and madness Surrounded by poor flesh / standing nowhere Living in a prison / sickness is tradition Spitting blood is normal / the voice of death is calling There is just one way / to get out of here No fear of death / no fear of dying This poor flesh gets sick my soul / the death is only way out of here This poor flesh gets sick my soul The death is the only way out of this inner prison Alcatraz / I am confuse / alone and refuse Biological sickness / biological death / there is just one way To get out of here / no fear of death / no fear of dying This poor flesh gets sick my soul / the death is the only way out of here This poor flesh gets sick my soul The death is the only way out of this inner prison Alcatraz / we've made bombs / now we make plagues You feel the death inside you / and it eating all your brain Living in the shadows / totally confuse alone and refuse My body is a prison / I can't escape from Alcatraz