Letra da Música: Oppressed Reality - Poppy Seed Grinder

Mortuary is getting full of corpses
There is just more and more of reckless drivers
Even the danger sign does't help here...

Three thousand of corpses per a year
Reason for the statuory intervention
Innocent people die here
And no one puts the finger out of his ass
Innocence has ended up badly
Another story that ends with death
Wonderful chain accident
The cause of the massacre - alcohol in blood.

This is our apathy,
There are other things that are more important
Lost control over the traffic
Show him mercy - he is innocent.

We have to say stop all these lies
That surround us in this world.

Quartisekted thorax - by the engine of a car.
Squashed guts - frontal crash in full speed.