Infested, infected, unprotectednFall back, pushed to the groundnSilence, violence with no soundnThe original place, no master racenConstitution, revolutionnIs this the final hate solution?nGuns, bombs, here we go!nYou are wondering why we don’t knownnDance Kids!nGo, go!nFight and Rebel!nGo, go!nnBroken bandage, still infectednAlone, lost and neglectednKicked to the curb, lost my wordnSolid visions, the absurdnFighting a war just for oilnBloodshed stains the blackened soilnGuns, bombs, here we go!nYou are wondering why we don’t knownnDance Kids!nGo, go!nFight and Rebel!nGo, go!