Put a mask on the innocents Make their valve no escape Cause who face the consequences Deserves this, but children Living for the Brazilian industry Farming brains with false morality Saying what you should have to do To become great and powerful I need to answer everything That makes me feel so cold Colder than dark night Of my daytime job or my future with crossed arms What are you thinking? That I'm not supposed to do Anything stupid That even a dog could do? What's in your head? Don't you see that every employee of yours is sad? And if you continue to treat them like that In years, or months, or weeks, days, they'll become undeads!