Torturaren Artea

Lying long on the ground
With sand in my mouth
Filled with red color
I have it on my back
And on top of that, I’m dragging along!

Everything has turned black
Feeling the deep pain

I’m missing my ears
But I can still hear
Applause for the one
Who’s been the killer
And now they treat him like a hero!

A steel weight on my back
A heart that’s half-beating

When the eyes turn back
When the blind return
Those who play the role
Of the street hypocrite
And then they don’t give a damn about anything!

Prepared for many years
A slave of humanity
Our bodies tortured
They pay to see us suffer!