Countless masses struggle to survive   In the ruins forgotten     Nameless faces fill up the body count  Abandoned children    The street seems deserted   Around the corner, gun fire a desperate cry    Rebellions still urged to fight   For their belief they will die    Heavy noise fills up the silence   Tanks rolling in, machineguns  Machineguns fill up my dream    Police open fire a massacre is born   The barricades all broken  Tanks rolling on     Blood stains the square  Heavily armed forces, execution held   Infant children brought to this world   Children, mothers, fathers all scattered, Death     Down the street a mob has gathered armed with   Knifes and chains, A victim is found     His head repetitively kicked at  A sound of chains ripping flesh  No longer identifiable by his face   Deep cut in his back, flowing blood  Pulse zero    Countless masses struggle to survive   In the ruins forgotten     Nameless faces fill up the body count  Abandoned children