cross paths
full of blood
and smell your dead
you breathe fear
that leave your tracks
in the thick jungle
that you have made your home.
The sweat of your brow
it mixes with tears
the color of your skin
It is confused with the ground.
You take the war
circulating in your blood
your heart is anesthetized
of so much evil.
Without apparent cause,
you are still ideal
you destroy the belly,
property mines.
the jungle is your jail
I hate your owner
you blind to life
chain your freedom.
Prisoner of you, you become
killer of your dreams
enemy of yourself
when fighting without a reason
when killing without enemies ...
in the name of justice
you imprison your freedom.
