| Song | Waiting to Exhale |
| Artist | Violator |
| Album | Scenarios of Brutality |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Persecuted and hunted by the police | |
| Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes | |
| An addiction becomes transgression | |
| And they will deliver the cure with despair | |
| Suffocated for a compulsion | |
| Poverty and drugs burning your lung | |
| The somke takes them to another place | |
| No one would face this living hell | |
| Choked | |
| (by) seclusion | |
| HIdden | |
| (with) repulsion | |
| Can’t these people realize | |
| The solution is not victimize | |
| The hand that guide the brutaliyy | |
| Wounds for money cleaning the streets | |
| The problem of abandon | |
| Should not be solved with more injure | |
| The mistreatment of authority | |
| It has a reason to please the rich | |
| They want to profit with our city | |
| Even with death as consequence | |
| Can’t these people realize | |
| The solution is not victimize | |
| Products of a violent state | |
| That are waiting to exhale | |
| For those who born in gutters | |
| Choice is a mean illusion | |
| The abhorrence they know all time | |
| Is now the reason to end their lives |
| Persecuted and hunted by the police | |
| Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes | |
| An addiction becomes transgression | |
| And they will deliver the cure with despair | |
| Suffocated for a compulsion | |
| Poverty and drugs burning your lung | |
| The somke takes them to another place | |
| No one would face this living hell | |
| Choked | |
| by seclusion | |
| HIdden | |
| with repulsion | |
| Can' t these people realize | |
| The solution is not victimize | |
| The hand that guide the brutaliyy | |
| Wounds for money cleaning the streets | |
| The problem of abandon | |
| Should not be solved with more injure | |
| The mistreatment of authority | |
| It has a reason to please the rich | |
| They want to profit with our city | |
| Even with death as consequence | |
| Can' t these people realize | |
| The solution is not victimize | |
| Products of a violent state | |
| That are waiting to exhale | |
| For those who born in gutters | |
| Choice is a mean illusion | |
| The abhorrence they know all time | |
| Is now the reason to end their lives |
| Persecuted and hunted by the police | |
| Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes | |
| An addiction becomes transgression | |
| And they will deliver the cure with despair | |
| Suffocated for a compulsion | |
| Poverty and drugs burning your lung | |
| The somke takes them to another place | |
| No one would face this living hell | |
| Choked | |
| by seclusion | |
| HIdden | |
| with repulsion | |
| Can' t these people realize | |
| The solution is not victimize | |
| The hand that guide the brutaliyy | |
| Wounds for money cleaning the streets | |
| The problem of abandon | |
| Should not be solved with more injure | |
| The mistreatment of authority | |
| It has a reason to please the rich | |
| They want to profit with our city | |
| Even with death as consequence | |
| Can' t these people realize | |
| The solution is not victimize | |
| Products of a violent state | |
| That are waiting to exhale | |
| For those who born in gutters | |
| Choice is a mean illusion | |
| The abhorrence they know all time | |
| Is now the reason to end their lives |