Fanciful speech, passive ride
Inert, depression,
Safe revolt,
Endless stray highway!

You’d better set you free,
Your name’s not sanctified,
Made of flesh and blood,
Our bones fight a bitter despair,
Dust of humanity!

Choose the right, choose the right,
To rise yourself inside!

Stray highway!

The world is will to power,
My people die!

No control no power!

Stray highway!

Spreading doubt you do inconsistent reign,
Making us slaves of your weaknesses,
You just can’t stand our differences,
Vain clashes…
The gold rush’s just ashes!

All the threats, and all the pressure,
That you put me under,
Make me stronger,
My body is like a fire ball,
You can’t break my fucking balls,
And all your vile personality,
Allows me to dodge the path that you draw.