Abnormous reasons shown without respect
hiding what is meant to be
later on we may reflect
this life ain't easy to steer you see

I'm an agent - the master of law
my duty needs to be done
don't ask any questions why or not
I'm praying the religion of the gun

rats and dust cover this place
there are not many left of my race
the system is protecting us
I don't know what else to do

America
wie spät ist es jetzt?
america
what time is it now?
america
I see your children growing
america
where are you going?

So very often I dreamt to murder you
your nights are burning - mine are blue
no kisses in a whole life's time
only chains left in rhyme