Tell Me Why pt. 1

In the world where i live 
I walk under destroyed streets; 
the air that i breath 
enters in my lungs as razors, 
and the gray color of death everywhere 
makes my eyes shed tears 
Then I ask myself: why? 

The night sentries watch us; 
for how long time will we exist? 
We're opressed by those who govern 
and our desperate screams were sultry 

Why doesn't the Sun Illuminate us anymore? 
Why doesn't the ground feed us anymore?