Those who make of you guilty
Have no virtue of the innocence
So, we overcrowned cities
Of dreamers pulled by the insolence
To have an opinion, an ethic
That we will exchange for a no life!
By the fear be a slave
Chest of drawers, and diverstissant
Will be your addictions
Substituted your liberty
You are a hanonyme of which
Nobody cares!
All you have is prayers
We shall show you the horrors of life
And little by little it will become your reality
Brain washed by aggressive images
The spirit occupied by the media rules
When you watch you don't think
And during this time they take money
By the fear be a slave
Slave the world
By the fear be a slave
Save the worms
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