Living in the darkness
Screaming pain and madness
surrounded by poor flesh
Standing nowhere
Living in a prison
Sicknees is tradition
Theres is just one way
To get out of here
No fear of death
No fear of dying
This poor flesh gets sick my soul
The death is the only way out of here
This poor flesh gets sick my soul
The death is the only way out
of this inner prison
Alcatraz
I am confuse
Alone and refuse
Biological sickness
Biological death
There is just one way
To get out of here
No fear of death
No fear of dying
This poor flesh gets sick my soul
The death is the only way out of here
This poor flesh gets sick my soul
The death is the only way out of this inner prison
Alcatraz
We`ve made bombs
Now we make plagues
You feel the death inside you
And it is eating all your brain
Living in the shadows
Tottaly confuse alone and refuse
My body is a prison
I can`t escape from Alcatraz