This system is an adrift car
Sliding the slope toward the cliff
Its driver is dead drunk, licking its scars
Corrodes his metal fist
Driving it on a forked road
Running in double hand, high speed
I promised to take a beggar out of misery
But he came at night and stole my means of living
I promised to give sight to the blind
But they came at night and they plucked out my eyes
I promised to give food to the poor
But they came at night and they ate my verdures
I promised to give milk to infants
But their mother ravaged my lands
Yesterday I was a man or anything
Today I am nothing
My name is everywhere
But it's not me who's there
My fame is everywhere
But it's you who's there
But it's like it's my fault
