174 - Torture Squad

Rio, common day, another goddamn day

A delinquent hijacks a bus

What should have been just a mere routine

Turns out to be horror on TV

Negotiations pass the hours

While police surround the scene

With a stupid tactless strategy

Fear inside, there’s no place to hide

One’s nightmare becomes our tragedy

His mother, dead, stabbed in the back

Revenge and grief in his head

Living in the streets sniffing glue and cocaine

Using amphetamines and smoking crack

Terror that comes in the night

Killing all his friends

Once again he’s in hell on earth

Now in the bus victims are crying for God

That gunman needs to be neutralized

Living among thieves, drugs and prostitutes

A son of poverty

A survivor of a terrible crime

The Candelaria’s tragedy

Ladies and gentlemen welcome to our freak show

Look at this crazy man, high and out of control

Hostages under his gun

There’s no place to run

A number you’ll never ignore

«This is for real, the demon wants blood

Everyone will fucking die, I’m driven by demons»

I don’t understand, he was given a bad end

Dead in the police car

Killed another victim, they also took a woman

Shot by the same police, it is fucking bizarre

Three bullets killed that teacher

Live on TV for thousands to see

Disasteress police action, thoughtless unplanned

Now a question inside, is justice really blind?

There’s no place to hide from this sick war

Fucking sick war

At war