It's my ghetto no matter how endlessly cold you are I can't escape you..
This is my ghetto no matter how far I run I can't leave you, even if a day passes..
When the sound of rain becomes calmly absorbed in my mind..
This city swallows all the calmness in my life, today's the same..
Politics, every law, it's only the friends of those who see light..
Even their speeches are shit to my ears so stop those shiny cars..
Reason is, I'm a deaf outlaw,
the eyepatch that are the commoners has no light so it's frightening..
Subways, buses, and taxis only make me sigh and regret..
The feet that move me are heavy with worry..
The sweat and soul that's in the voice of the spectators that cut my arrogant neck..
The guest of the city's morning in orange colored clothes, whether you're green or decayed..
Fake flowers that have no scent,
The figure that's only a building- it only enhances my greed in this stench filled gutter..
This city that's wrapped in pure white by truth and sweat should be in my hand..
South of the river where they're collapsing from overeating comfort,
the river that's the dead end of the flow of a dream's ocean..
Tonight the greed of those say they're rich burn,
in the short moment that love explodes in full speed the meeting of deposits,
lets defend the 'latter' and the 'former', with the governing of the CEOs of the high,
modern Tower of KLCC the city is just a production of money,
even if the sky rains tears of blood from being being stabbed with greed even the city's planners want to confront nature and expand the land,
lowering the sky of their ancestors
If we swallow the bud of the souls,
then who's going to plant their dreams here??
Even if we take it to the court, the judge would just take the money of the richest..
in the square that's court, politics, capital, and work In the desert that's communication things keep on being corrupted, the city should be in our hands !!
This is my ghetto no matter how far I run I can't leave you, even if a day passes..
When the sound of rain becomes calmly absorbed in my mind..
This city swallows all the calmness in my life, today's the same..
Politics, every law, it's only the friends of those who see light..
Even their speeches are shit to my ears so stop those shiny cars..
Reason is, I'm a deaf outlaw,
the eyepatch that are the commoners has no light so it's frightening..
Subways, buses, and taxis only make me sigh and regret..
The feet that move me are heavy with worry..
The sweat and soul that's in the voice of the spectators that cut my arrogant neck..
The guest of the city's morning in orange colored clothes, whether you're green or decayed..
Fake flowers that have no scent,
The figure that's only a building- it only enhances my greed in this stench filled gutter..
This city that's wrapped in pure white by truth and sweat should be in my hand..
South of the river where they're collapsing from overeating comfort,
the river that's the dead end of the flow of a dream's ocean..
Tonight the greed of those say they're rich burn,
in the short moment that love explodes in full speed the meeting of deposits,
lets defend the 'latter' and the 'former', with the governing of the CEOs of the high,
modern Tower of KLCC the city is just a production of money,
even if the sky rains tears of blood from being being stabbed with greed even the city's planners want to confront nature and expand the land,
lowering the sky of their ancestors
If we swallow the bud of the souls,
then who's going to plant their dreams here??
Even if we take it to the court, the judge would just take the money of the richest..
in the square that's court, politics, capital, and work In the desert that's communication things keep on being corrupted, the city should be in our hands !!
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