Dirty, unclean, indisposed to suffer
Marching, marked, there's not any way out
Afraid in the alley. No emotions to hide
Screaming, guided, no one sees his cry
Howling swines
In the urban farms
Lost my pride
In the urban farms
Dirty, unclean, ready for the slaughter
Bleeding, searching for a reason to hold on
Forcing a truce 'till the time of the noise
Wondering why all this hate has no cause
Howling swines
In the urban farms
Lost my pride
In the urban farms
Say the words when I close my eyes
In the night, I prefer to suffer than die