It's hard to understand our own race
Always destroying our own world
Each day more violence and pornography
Become more explicit and brutal
Our race is rotting
Each day more disoriented and lifeless
It seems that we have being doomed
But doom is our own criation
We create demons to hide our mistakes
Blaming a presumed supreme evil
It is our doom, we live among disgrace
Of having created the hell we live
That is how we hide our evilness
And occult our sins behind the cross
