It's hard to understand our own race Always destroying our own world Each day more violence and pornography Become more explicit and brutal Our race is rotting Each day more disoriented and lifeless It seems that we have being doomed But doom is our own criation We create demons to hide our mistakes Blaming a presumed supreme evil It is our doom, we live among disgrace Of having created the hell we live That is how we hide our evilness And occult our sins behind the cross