Post Atomic Youth

Urban guerrilla in the cement skeletons
Rebels of a decadent race
There's no law, reward or rope that can stop your mind
Free and wild

A sick sun that wraps you around
With its rays that poison the asphalt
Eternal is sleep of the palaces
Rotting relics of a crazy society

This asphalt is burning
That saw you growing up with hate
Under a bloody red sky
The sun is burning
Its rays are incandescent blades
There's just smell of death
How could this be the end?

You saw many rotting corpses
On the edge of the streets
But you know that nothing is worse than forgetfulness of a chained life

Clotted blood on the sand
Her tears cry revenge
Because the obscure lord that is watching over you
Can't cancel the light of your glance yet

This asphalt is burning
That saw you growing up with hate
Under a bloody red sky
The sun is burning
Its rays are incandescent blades
There's just smell of death
How could this be the end?