I still feel your breath on me I was far away from you, I was soften by myself Wishing to live again things that never came past Wish to be there, all by your side Even when harming both of us Now you have gone, ethereal soul Cannot be reached by my hands I had never the chance, chance to make you feel Never had a chance, you are my skin Don't hold back the carnage Go, cut, cripple, collect the guts While the richness pulls it down, manages and elects Poverty supports and feeds, grows, manteins and cares Smiles behind a crystal room bring memoirs Where I feel your warm soul, your warm caress Your gab could save lifes in toughest clash Your view can let know the rude what is right Now the pain can't hide the grief And there were chance to change the history But always without you Don't hold back the carnage Go, cut, cripple, collect the guts While the richness dances over colletive social mind Poverty is just the grass that dies under their treads Disasters between gunpowder and turbulent noises I try to stop it in my dreams But my dreams are not enough