Staying at your place
Here in slammer without gratings
Deaf and mute underclass
Representing me with you
While I'm falling
Saw my dog being beaten
I got no opportunity to talk there
Cause I "pay no rent here"
All bible-stuffed heads
Cops are producing scums here
Come close to me
Take me through it all
Every day a new wound
Something's washed up on our beach
While they're building a wall
Around their land
Their Sweden made of sand
The system will take care of me
Directly to our sleep
Everything hardens in the heads
Oh, life's dream
Will never understand
Understand everything's value
Until everything turns to
Some kind of sorrowful memory