I'm waiting for the bus in the pouring rain
I swear at the driver's mom, he made me wait a long time
Maybe this is the night that never ends
I throw to the fire, I feel on my face how the flames burn
As my shadow reaches to the sky behind me in the light
I stayed here like that, in the eternal dark
But the essential thing is the stamp under your tongue
You change in vain, if everything else stays the same
I see it, I hear it, I feel it :
The place where I came from is rotten
The place is rotten, I was cold, I was hungry
The place is rotten, the weak don't bear with it
The rules are written by wolves
The place is rotten, the place is rotten, the place is rotten