Things are looking dark
Not talking 'bout the weather
There's a cold wind blowing
Like a bullet to the bone
Sisters lay in mercy
To seductress blade
Children have no mercy
Father, dig my grave
Living with the sin
Living with the sin
Oh, no
Living with the sin
Things can't get much darker
The masters gained control
Brothers, please have some mercy
Our children do not know
Small men raise from bondage
To support this righteous claim
Things are looking dark
Will our children go insane?
Living with thе sin
Living with the sin
Oh, no
Living with the sin
Therе's a big storm rising
And no one gives a damn
Rain clouds are forming
Pouring blood for the children in the garbage can
Living with the sin
Living with the sin
Oh, no
Living with the sin
Living with the sin
Oh, no
Living with the sin
Living with the sin
Oh, no
Living with the sin