Roads tell, different fights in every body
This street lamp that doesn't turn on makes me cry too
It is the mark of steep slopes, regions far from the city
Ten years old on the corner, shadows searching for identity
Unfulfilled dreams, right in the middle of hell
Does non-existent life insurance scare you too?
Jumps from the cradle into the abyss, the hopes of the suburbs
This is a result of the intelligence of capitalist minds.
We hit the road again
These words are alive
Come on tell them
What do these eyes say?
