Today I tried like hell to clear my head of troubled times  But I couldn't stop the desparation fighting for my life  Never held illusions, never fallen on pretense  While I worried how to make the rent, they put a bullet in your head  Saro-wiwa, when will this struggle end?  Losing faith in my convictions and the words that I have read  Saro-wiwa, each day so many lies  Conscience traded on the market while the poor are left to die  Today my courage failing as the bills replace the lines  That used to give me so much hope for stories to survive  Today I felt like dying as I read those lines again  Apocalypse or jubilee, I just want to see the end  Zapatista, they tried to tell us that  The future holds out no more promises and history's reached the end  Zapatista, when will this struggle end?  Losing faith in my convictions while I watch you lose your land