There is a way out!
Rot, falling apart,
A corporal social injustice above
Sprawling in the veins
Of the godless extreme
We are the world,
If we still believe
Rot! to the dethrone!
MY HEART, MY AGENDA
WE ARE THE PROPER AGENDA
Forced into the hell,
Into the root of my deepest wounds
Crushed into the source
Only faith heals from out of all
Rot