Living in the darkness / screaming pain and madness
Surrounded by poor flesh/ standing nowhere
Living in a prison/ sickness in tradition
Spitting blood is normal/ the voice of death is calling
There is just one way/ tiget out of here
No fear of death / no fear of dying
This poor flesh gets sick my soul/ the death is only way out of here
This poor flesh gets sick my soul
The death is only way out of this inner prison
Alcatraz/ I am confuse/ alone and refuse
Biogical sickness/ biogical death/ there is just one way
To get out of here/ No fear of death / no fear of dying
This poor flesh gets sick my soul/ the death is only way out of here
This poor flesh gets sick my soul
The death is only way out of this inner prison
Alcatraz/ we've made bombs / now we make plagues
You feel the death inside you/ and it eating all your brain
Living in the shadows/ totally confuse, alone and refuse
My body is a prison/ I can't escape from Alcatraz

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