What do you feel while you are
Standing at the abyss
To soak the threshold of death
With blood
Whether rich and powerfull
Or at the margins
Of society
In one moment we´re all equal
Believe it or not
You can´t see it
All is black
But there is no need to seeing
To guess what happens next
Chainsaw going round and round
Brings your sweat to flow
Nothing will be like it was
Your money can´t help you there out
Every step towards you
Generates
More fear
Desperation
All muscles are tense
And your thoughts
Driving you crazy
You want to set you free
Try to scream for help
But it will help anyone for sure
You are on your own
The smell of gasoline rises into your nose
And you know it is almost over
But time is against you
Seconds become hours and your end is already sealed
You feel like
The chainsaw
Working
Its way through your neck
The saw has no mercy
And doesn´t know how to stop
Your dollars are
Soaked in blood
In slow motion each of your arteries is severed
Your life flashes before your eyes
Your life flashes before your eyes
Your wealth is build on the backs of the poor
You´ll now be treated as you have treated them earlier
Without mercy
Your wealth is build on the backs of the poor
You´ll now be treated as you have treated them earlier
Without mercy