Låttexter: Wumpscut. Music For A Slaughtering Tribe. Concrete Rage.

When I was born
In times of oppression
I couldn't bear
My mother's obsessed

When I was born
In times of agression
I had no faith
Besides your chest

Concrete rage, concrete rage, concrete rage.....

When I was born
In times of agression
I couldn't bear
My mother's obsessed

In a city made of steel
The concrete rage is all we feel

She could have been more of a mother
The dirty whore

A dirty whore called mother
A dirty whore shes my mother
A dirty whore oh mother
Just a dirty whore
Why is she my mother

Faceless people
Faceless masks
Faceless agony
Run, Run
And faceless hearts