| Here they come | |
| With their guns | |
| March parade | |
| Under the sun | |
| Here they come | |
| Helmets on | |
| Stoic faces | |
| The stand has begun | |
| Fear is growing with the hours | |
| Intensified by the fever | |
| Curfews Dead town | |
| Black out | |
| Paranoia With an axe | |
| Special tool | |
| Busting in | |
| Breaking rules | |
| Just like dogs | |
| Hooked on drugs | |
| Blind searching | |
| For marginality | |
| It uses all kind of power | |
| A message is blowing | |
| Through the speakers | |
| Curfews Strip search | |
| Black out | |
| Paranoia Propaganda | |
| I put my hands | |
| In the white sand | |
| Here used to be | |
| Paradise island | |
| Vacation goes in order | |
| Terrorized villagers | |
| Supervised foreigners | |
| Covered up massacres | |
| So much of a nonsense | |
| Better hide | |
| The evidence | |
| So much of a disgrace | |
| Better leave | |
| Without a trace | |
| All includes all |