In an age of corruption and despair  We search for the healing hands life  Dreams are not as they used to be  Thousands of lies destroyed my will to carry on    The evil spell came we'll have  No chance to rise  So many years we tried to lead our lives  To better times  Better times are far away we'll fight  But it gets worse because of you    His voice has called us  We march for our god  His voice betrayed us  Autumn killed the trees of hope    In a time where love doesn't count  We see just gold  We can't get enough  The rich get richer the poor stay poor  Nobody cares about your life  So why should you    Living for success means social suicide  So many years we tried to lead  Our lives to better times  Better times are far away we'll stand  The forest they call life will die