I am the face of the despondent neighbor nI am the face of the disparate massesnI bear the weight of my dormant angernI am the bomb that must explode nnI am the grasp of a malignant systemnI am the craft of profit addiction nI am attached to all of usnI am the mask of what we have done nnThis banal existence has wound its way into tragic despair nThis agony of living imprisonment has found a way in tragic despair nnI am the bomb that must explode