Testo di 'Hymn For The Isolation' di Grinder

Hymn for the iIolated
A hymn for the isolated, a wake-up call for the conscience
A tear for the violated, an ear for the opposition
A smile for the crippled beggar, a little hope for the desperate
Justice for the innocent, a hand reachin' for the helpless
Guess this shall never be...uh-ah
Down in the streets, up in the flats
Isolation tought us being passive -
The level of nobody cares
'Bout someone dismembering his wife neighbours getting'
Used to that stuff - I don't - give a
Fuck the scenery, the happenings inside their cages
- Fences...nothing but usual
Rage, murder at the 1st floor, cops in the basement
Selling confiscated 4 grams h...

- Guess this shall never be...
The recently torn poor dude's blood decorating the pavement
I walk - nighttime - suicide;
Realize 3 guys out for a buck to make themselves a living;
Killing environtments -
Daddy's mistreatin' children, a 100 freaks rapin' women
- Windows gettin' closed
- We don't hear no
Cries for help from the streets deafened motherfuckers turning
Up their TV's...

Guess this shall never be...
Eye to eye, facing the disgusting daily rage,
No one able to deal with his own mistakes;
Searching - for a way to immortality,
Cages - gettin' built by your I - don't - give - a - fuck
...Mentality!