The wire is all in my head, open my eyes while dreams pass instead, of steel and showers, machine gun towers, there is only dead yellow flowers,
meanwhile, underneath the tropical sun, gold tooth pensions, I wonder who won, palm trees sway under a plillar of stone, tanned over flesh on permanent loan
Ghetto, barbed wire ghetto.
Just a documentary once i saw, of another world and another war, I changed over halfway through, changed my eyes to a healthier view
Now Im dead, who'll pray for me? nobody's gonna save me.......
Maybe it never happened at all, just a tv plot to make us crawl, Is that real life on my screen? other pictures lied, you know what mean?