We're tired of letting you breathe
We're sick of making you push
Looking towards him couldn't be more obsolete

We've been pushed aside and stepped on!

Greener grass from the oblivion is forbidden
And regret perishes in the sand
While love lies in the ashes

Rendered deaf and mute since the cradle
But choked until we bark your words

There was never a revolution!

Cut-throat genocide may feel the only way out
As resistance has always been futile
And the circle of suffering will go on forever!

There is no solution, no
There is no hope, no!