| It’s not right |
| Wise up — and I’ll tell you what I see |
| Your life — as complex as can be People in the streets are runnin' from the police |
| It’s not right (x4) |
| This hate — sure isn’t what we need |
| Don’t believe everything you read |
| Sometimes things aren’t exactly as they seem |
| It’s not right (x4) |
| Watching desinigration, looking for recreation |
| Hey (x4) |
| Analyze these crazy lies still I find I ask myself «why?» |
| Sometimes I feel that I could snap |
| In life there’s no turnin' back |
| I’m getting sick of all of that |
| Just more brain control, another mind attack |
| Wise up — to a regulated scene |
| Back off — you’re makin' people bleed |
| Oppressed — we’re only human beings |
| It’s not right (x4) |
| Machines — are wandering in the streets |
| Attack — I wonder if our future’s bleeding |
| Crime and drugs destroy the world and you know it It’s not right (x4) |
| My blood and pressure climbs, my E and G hit a red line |
| Weeding through this constant crap the straw that broke the camel’s back |
| Looking at a high cliff and rape — oink |
| What illusins will my mind create |
| Sometimes I feel I think too much |
| But I must hold on I can’t be losing touch |
| Constant pressure all the timejust to be the next in line |
| Hey (x4) |
| Don’t care what they say I just want to get away |
| Wise up — I’ll tell you what I’ve seen |
| Your lives — are as screwed up as can be People in the streets still runnin' from the police |
| It’s not right (x4) |
| This hate — sure isn’t what we need |
| Don’t believe everything you read |
| It’s not right… |