Only humble people go to jail
People who live in poverty
Because the authorities don't care about justice but about money
That's why the rich, bribing the state, keep stealing
They murder and turn the world into a slaughterhouse
Without ever stepping on the hell that is jail
In a hell of steel and concrete
Souls rot as time passes
How many are vile? How many innocent?
That doesn't matter; before the law it's all the same
Opulent scum kill by the thousands
And they'll never in life fall into prison
Power opens doors for whoever owns it
Only the weak go to that place
Where time passes slowly
And every instant is eternal
The days are the same, the same color
The days are the same, the same color
Where shattered beings, overwhelmed, yearn
For that jovial day of their freedom
In a hell of steel and concrete
Souls rot as time passes
How many are vile? How many innocent?
That doesn't matter; before the law it's all the same
Opulent scum kill by the thousands
And they'll never in life fall into prison
Power opens doors for whoever owns it
Only the weak go to that place
Where time passes slowly
And every instant is eternal
The days are the same, the same color
The days are the same, the same color
Where shattered beings, overwhelmed, yearn
For that jovial day of their freedom