Hymn for the Isolated Lyrics

Hymn for the iIolated
A hymn for the isolated, a wake-up call for the conscience
A tear for the violated, an ear for the opposition
A smile for the crippled beggar, a little hope for the desperate
Justice for the innocent, a hand reachin' for the helpless
Guess this shall never be...uh-ah
Down in the streets, up in the flats
Isolation tought us being passive -
The level of nobody cares
'bout someone dismembering his wife neighbours getting'
Used to that stuff - I don't - give a
f*** the scenery, the happenings inside their cages
- fences...nothing but usual
Rage, murder at the 1st floor, cops in the basement
Selling confiscated 4 grams h...
- guess this shall never be...
The recently torn poor dude's blood decorating the pavement
I walk - nighttime - suicide;
Realize 3 guys out for a buck to make themselves a living;
Killing environtments -
Daddy's mistreatin' children, a 100 freaks rapin' women
- windows gettin' closed
- we don't hear no
Cries for help from the streets deafened m************ turning
Up their TV's...
Guess this shall never be...
Eye to eye, facing the disgusting daily rage,
No one able to deal with his own mistakes;
Searching - for a way to immortality,
Cages - gettin' built by your I - don't - give - a - f***
...mentality!