Living in the darkness / screaming pain and madness Surrounded by poor flesh/ standing nowhere Living in a prison/ sickness in tradition Spitting blood is normal/ the voice of death is calling There is just one way/ tiget out of here No fear of death / no fear of dying This poor flesh gets sick my soul/ the death is only way out of here This poor flesh gets sick my soul The death is only way out of this inner prison Alcatraz/ I am confuse/ alone and refuse Biogical sickness/ biogical death/ there is just one way To get out of here/ No fear of death / no fear of dying This poor flesh gets sick my soul/ the death is only way out of here This poor flesh gets sick my soul The death is only way out of this inner prison Alcatraz/ we've made bombs / now we make plagues You feel the death inside you/ and it eating all your brain Living in the shadows/ totally confuse, alone and refuse My body is a prison/ I can't escape from Alcatraz