Hymn for the Isolated - Grinder

A hymn for the isolated

A wake up call for the conscience

A tear for the violated

An ear for the opposition

A smile for the crippled beggar

A little hope for the desperate

Justice for the innocent

A hand reachin' for the helpless

Guess this shall never be

Down in the streets

Up in the flats

Isolation taught us being passive

The level of nobody cares

'Bout someone dismembering his wife

Neighbours gettin' used to that stuff

I don’t give a

F*ck the scenery

The happenings inside their cages

Fences

Nothing but usual

Rage, murder at the first floor

Cops in the basement

Selling confiscated 4 H

Guess this shall never be

The recently torn poor dude’s blood

Decorating the pavement

I walk, nighttime, suicide

Realize three guys out for a buck

To make themselves a living

Killing environments

Daddy’s mistreatin' children

A hundred freaks rapin' women

Windows gettin' closed

We don’t hear no

Cries for help from the streets

Deafened motherf*ckers

Turning up their TVs

Guess this shall never be

Eye to eye

Facing the disgusting daily rage

No one able to deal with his own mistakes

Searching for a way to immortality

Cages gettin' built by your

I don’t give a f*ck mentality