I was born as a Greek
Raised by the same hands and feet
Lived in the streets of Ancient Greece
What I have realized are lies and deceit
The mountain of Olympus, tall and fearful
The 12 Gods of justice, in shame and despair
I gave up all 65 euros, paid for a taxi and beers
The equation was solved, zero in return
Rounded up the costs, the answer was thick

You can theft the long-age bag,
Sell my belongings, see if I laugh
In the end, karma is the non-believed omen
Continue your ghetto, see if you laugh

The corners that smell of death
You walk on them, feel for a bit the crime
The walls have graffiti, the windows “oiled” with different pens
Riots and apes of us, flags raised, share the blood
The mat police is ranging, swear words have me to run
Anarchists on the left side, Communists in the middle, Nazis on the right
Political correctness and more or less bullshit
However, your worthless self is the one to truly decide
While the mudded blue eyes are set to be released

Someone will haunt you down
There is no second joke about that
It will be too late, too early for the old-sake mercy
Your splinters will mark the new era
Bright and washed cemetery of friendly strangers
You are next, saved a place for you to rest