Stranger — Angel Dust

Somewhere on a border forced to march in line and order looo men in greedy hands

Lured with hope for future pressed in contracts leaving them no chance but to leave their land

They're nameless young men bleeding their hands on the edge of life and they feel the hate treated like slaves

There's a shanty village where they are folded in dirt dirt and a mess

intimidations breaking the free will of men free will of men free will of men

Stranger Stranger from a foreign land (repeat)

Somewhere in a office noble looking and expensive accepted by a corrupt state

Stranger Stranger from a foreign land (repeat)

Locked in a cage tied with invisible chains on iron walls of pain faces expressing their torture denying their age 1000 years reflected in mirrors of eyes and brainflowing rage a rage crushing in fragments past recorgnition their mind

Stranger Stranger from a foreign land Stranger Stranger from a foreign land (repeat)