Land of Confusion
Having no bucks and no work anymore
Nothing remains than illusion
Seeing the rich ones and seeing the poor
He raised in a land of confusion
There’s nothing else that remains than depression
It’s just one step turning into aggression
Out of frustration
Proud of his nation
He takes occasion
To kill
Nothing has changed
Since times were strange
Nothing we’ve learned
People get burned
People will hate
Till its to late
Starting the chase
‘Cause of their race
Having no future and nothing to say
He gets in the hands of seducers
It’s easy to get him and tell him the way
Belonging no more to the losers
Out of frustration
Proud of his nation
He takes occasion
To kill
Nothing has changed
Since times were strange
Nothing we’ve learned
People get burned
People will hate
Till its to late
Starting the chase
‘Cause of their race
Lyrics: Paul Krieger