There's so many caos and disequilibrium in the air Get a job is more important than love Be futile is a rule and and the one who's disobey is a poor person The soul can't live 'cause it haven't air to breath No! The precious conscience was to made to make money All the human rights was archived The rebel youth is alienated And all the ones were the hope was listed [to join the the army] No! Will have somebody out there that don't wanna see the sun rise? Will have somebody out there that don't wanna see the flower of the day dawn?