When I was bornIn times of oppressionI couldn't bearMy mother's obsessedWhen I was bornIn times of agressionI ha d no faithBesides your chestConcrete rage, concrete rage, concrete rage.....When I was bornIn times of agressionI couldn 't bearMy mother's obsessedIn a city made of steelThe concrete rage is all we feelShe could have been more of a motherThe dirty whoreA dirty whore called motherA dirty whore shes my motherA dirty whore oh motherJust a dirty whoreWhy is she my motherFaceless peopleFaceless masksFaceless agonyRun, RunAnd faceless hearts