Dealing with a pressing problem 歌詞

A bled, faded woman dressed in black, a barrier of cement, your cadaveric paper-smiles. We can't be on overtime. We can't be on overtime. Baseless problems are giving more and more discontent; it's time to present your rightist/nationalist ideology as "a simple solution to the deep economic crisis"... I look upon myself: "We can't unleash our words". WHY? I look upon myself: "We can't overstep the mark settled by our exasperation". WHY? Silent normality - fertile land for nazism and racism. Indifferent mentality - hiding bigotry and systemised prejudice. Consent reality - dawn of violence and oppression. We can't be on overtime. We can't be on overtime.