Mine følelser raser og slår ud mod de murer de har bygget
bider og river i alt der rør sig
Flænser kød, brækker knogler, dræber alt
Jeg skriger min smerte ud
Men ingen svarer
De vender sig bare
og lader mig stå
Alene
i mørket

N.B.P.
N.B.P.
No Breaking Point
For me?
N.B.P.
N.B.P.
Writing away on a page
Is the only way I can express
What was anger now is rage

They disobeyed,
But I suffer
Did things their own way
Nearly caused a murer
(Me)
Need I say more?
What are my people for?