Flesh Rotting in the sun People starting to run These are the pictures we see We create Whenever we think about It is a lie they told us everyday They are spreading disease Staying like cancers in our heads So we run down the streets With a unknown aggression Kept in a great depression Kept in a great depression No turning point Destruction born in our heads People are dying in this land For dead ideas Broken betrayed Beaten by some rotten bastards Fighting for the new cannibalism Coming over the free states The incanation of evil Modern devil Eating victims alive It does not exist in our minds It does not exist in our lifes It´s just a feeling of innocence Although we are involved We are guilty when they leave this world empty In our dreams we see the burning bridges The raped and rotten victims So we run down the streets With a unknown aggression Kept in a great depression We run for dead ideas For some rotten bastards To bring the world To it´s knees Our existence becomes a shadow Controlled by the thoughts Of ressurection of peace world wide Brought by a phoenix out of the ahes of war There is no phoenix for the dead For the ashes he comes out of No one for the victims of a new gold rush An evolution of new power No turning point They hide behind innocence Burn this century They are living in our fears Building empires out of tears On the graveyard of this nation For awakening the living dead