This system is an adrift car Sliding the slope toward the cliff Its driver is dead drunk, licking its scars Corrodes his metal fist Driving it on a forked road Running in double hand, high speed I promised to take a beggar out of misery But he came at night and stole my means of living I promised to give sight to the blind But they came at night and they plucked out my eyes I promised to give food to the poor But they came at night and they ate my verdures I promised to give milk to infants But their mother ravaged my lands Yesterday I was a man or anything Today I am nothing My name is everywhere But it's not me who's there My fame is everywhere But it's you who's there But it's like it's my fault