Land of Confusion

Having no bucks and no work anymore
Nothing remains than illusion
Seeing the rich ones and seeing the poor
He raised in a land of confusion

There’s nothing else that remains than depression
It’s just one step turning into aggression

Out of frustration
Proud of his nation
He takes occasion
To kill

Nothing has changed
Since times were strange
Nothing we’ve learned
People get burned
People will hate
Till its to late
Starting the chase
‘Cause of their race

Having no future and nothing to say
He gets in the hands of seducers
It’s easy to get him and tell him the way
Belonging no more to the losers

Out of frustration
Proud of his nation
He takes occasion
To kill

Nothing has changed
Since times were strange
Nothing we’ve learned
People get burned
People will hate
Till its to late
Starting the chase
‘Cause of their race

Lyrics: Paul Krieger