When I see all those people Face down, lying to the floor Paralyzed by the fear of a dreadful invader When I see that the fire and the flames are burning everything I can't help but to wonder, what is this decay? Don't play the hero There is no past, there is no future This open wound will kill us all The blood on our hands will dry before the sunset And recall us the price to pay For freedom, in a place that is no home to us Come and see the blood on the streets The children playing through the dead A circle with no end, with no God Because underneath different skies We are all born the same The only difference that I see Is the rulers from above Don't play the hero There is no past, there is no future This open wound will kill us all The blood on our hands will dry before the sunset And recall us the price to pay For freedom, in a place that is no home to us Step aside and see The price of fake democracy The path that they know to follow We can't behead the king for them They know the way