Grinder - Hymn For The Isolated lyrics

A hymn for the isolated A wake up call for the conscience A tear for the violated An ear for the opposition A smile for the crippled beggar A little hope for the desperate Justice for the innocent A hand reachin' for the helpless Guess this shall never be Down in the streets Up in the flats Isolation taught us being pa**ive The level of nobody cares 'Bout someone dismembering his wife Neighbours gettin' used to that stuff I don't give a F*ck the scenery The happenings inside their cages Fences Nothing but usual Rage, murder at the first floor Cops in the basement Selling confiscated 4 H Guess this shall never be The recently torn poor dude's blood Decorating the pavement I walk, nighttime, suicide Realize three guys out for a buck To make themselves a living k**ing environments Daddy's mistreatin' children A hundred freaks rapin' women Windows gettin' closed We don't hear no Cries for help from the streets Deafened motherf*ckers Turning up their TVs Guess this shall never be Eye to eye Facing the disgusting daily rage No one able to deal with his own mistakes Searching for a way to immortality Cages gettin' built by your I don't give a f*ck mentality