Yakuza

it's a hostile place
we have found a way out
how far is this freedom from here
how long have we lived how far can we go
if we stop will we waste away
destitute
chaos and bleeding
no it's all in the past
the horrors in the darkened hallway lives the sound you know when will you realize it all a mirage
can feel that time has stopped
no way back home no reasoning
the first truth
don't trust your feeling
we are neither here nor there
the slaves are the last to go
the proles are free
at the expence of us
no reasoning in their heads
no worrying