Days of hallucination ruled by terror, dancing cudgels of egotism
Eyes of the watcher infect the wounds, turn away as we vomit blood
Within the parade of heated battle, all is unethical and illegal
Take back my allotted justice, justice is lacking, defend our violence
Rotten, rotten
A society high on perfection
Dead, dead
A society desensitized
Lost, lost
A society high on revulsion
Murdered, murdered
Before the bodies are even cold
Fierce people, unarmed people with bare hands
Fierce people, people ignorant of war
Accusation and desperation profanity, bloody violence
All is black behind tricks, scream inside is apolitical
Standing on the brink
Staring down, a missile raging at the twisted con
Cruel agression of instinct, self-defence, reborn everywhere
Rotten, rotten
A society high on perfection
Dead, dead
A society desensitized
Lost, lost
A society high on revulsion
Murdered, murdered
Before the bodies are even cold
Dancing cudgels are generation's urban ensemble
Overprotection rears its head
Fierce people, unarmed people with bare hands
Fierce people, people ignorant of war
Avoid mention of my decision
Your paradox, he's already dead
Denying my choice and myself telling a story of people nobody hears
Need I relate the intensity of life
Ashamed of the dignity of life and our childishness
Surging blood excites the passion
The hurting flesh leaves a deep wound
Animal instincts, fierce expressions, raging riots, chaotic screams
This is the real word, this is the real
We are the people, I am the people
We are fierce people, I am fierce people