(Lyrics: Francis, Moyses/Music:Francis) Alone in their destination Wandering thru this violent life A part of all misconseption from their past And now thrown out to the street to rot Painful screams never heard Hung on the wings of death Germs are what they seem For the rich they have no need Left in the cold in crucial places Feeling the horrors of real life Places to places, no where to go Agonizing pain and no one seems to care Trying to revive'em for a higher place But no one seems to give any support They hear their torment call Disarmen from an endless war Aimed by all kinds of poverty Vagabonds you will find in all types of societies Resting in thew underground of this materialistic inferno Chorus: Mortify In hostility of human injustice They are living in a world of darkness In which the light seems far away (Lead) No justice Blamed for someone else's deeds Humiliation Because they are poor Treated harshly (Lead) Is this what they call the advancement of mankind Why men want to rule the space While they can't even solve the problems of the earth So much said, but so little done Blinded and devoured by our greed Facing all the worries of our minds We can't feel what is happening in the world around us Turbulence is the reasons which we all must face Crossing the line of stupidity and discrimination Is one of the reasons which makes us ignore The actual state of the moribund Breaking down their hope to pieces Destitution increases infront of their own miserable lives (Repeat chorus) (Lead)
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