Slow your steps cross paths full of blood and smell your dead you breathe fear that leave your tracks in the thick jungle that you have made your home.
The sweat of your brow it mixes with tears the color of your skin It is confused with the ground. You take the war circulating in your blood your heart is anesthetized of so much evil.
Without apparent cause, you are still ideal you destroy the belly, property mines. the jungle is your jail I hate your owner you blind to life chain your freedom.
Prisoner of you, you become killer of your dreams enemy of yourself when fighting without a reason when killing without enemies ... in the name of justice you imprison your freedom.