Like a rock we won't move from our place
Keep on standing, ignoring the face
Of the one who try's to move ahead
We'll rather see him crawl we'll rather see him dead

We cry in silence with fire in our eyes
Our fist, ready for a blow...
The hate is coming fast without knowing why

If we had a chance
We'd put a stick between his wheels
But we must hide
From the mirror

Get a grip
Get over yourself
Everyone can be there  


If we had a chance
We'd put a stick between his wheels
But we must hide
From the mirror

The fire must burn
But not in the eyes
It must burn in every bone!