(You hear) You hear about crime
(You hear) You hear about the pain
We all know our problem
But the poverty remains just the same (Just the same)

Now where is the food?
Where is the clothes?
Where's the incentive to live
Now my babies have grown?

Fire in my head
Population overflows
Anger grows
Frustrations explode
For second-hand clothes
You have to wait your turn
But the bodies still burn

Fury, fury, fury, fury
Furious futures (Fury)
Furious futures

The wind still blows
It makes our fears return
The sirens wail
And the bodies still burn

No serum for our pain
The rivers are mud
Our bones are clay
In this petrified forest
To our victims we're the prey
But we might as well stay
Because our eyes drip blood

There's a machine
A suicide machine
It roars, it screams
A price for life
From a cloud in the sky
Way up on high
Wailing voices cry

Furious futures, aha
Furious futures

Furious futures, aha
Furious futures

Furious futures, aha
Furious futures (Futures)
Furious futures, aha

Furious futures (Futures)
Furious futures, aha

Furious futures (Futures)
Furious futures, aha
Furious futures (Futures)
Furious futures, aha
Furious futures (Futures)
Furious futures, aha
Furious futures (Futures)
Furious futures, aha
Furious futures (Futures)