Well fed on punches Can’t breathe without teargas Bones meant to be broken Skin meant to be torn A home made of fire Of bullets and stones Hands grown into fences The blood burning holes Voices that shatter Everything goes What once was anger And fear now is force The stones they are roaming All silence is lost A choice can’t be made now Too far all has gone No roads left behind All bridges ablaze Eyes always bleeding But strength never lost A fight so unending Not meant to be won Two sides of a story Oblivious to words The dream long faded What matters the most is… Dead