This mark of impailment burned
On my skin in immoral
The shackle of frailness confines one
To crawl with one self
A smell oo corrosion force
Fully clashes within
Sensorial conditions
Human emmisions grow thin
It’s burned on your head
It’s burned on your skin
It’s burned on your eyes
A barcode never lies
A symbol of power
As dark as the night
No measure for intolerance
We’ll keep up the fight
This structure of violence
Now become silence of hurtful
Beginning obsession we noe