Tekster: Lets Grow. Disease Of Modern Times. Three Chords Of Anger.

I look and scream
At the innocent crowd
I jump high and speak out
But do you hear a sound

Three chords of anger x4

I smile when you cry
And hope the end is near
Intoxicated world and thoughts
Can we escape the constant fear?

Three chords of anger x4

Abandoned lives, morals are ruined
I won't touch the plague
Just play these chords
Even the sky is red
Even the innocent is dead

(Thanks to Milica for these lyrics)