Hey
Why are you trying to buy my soul again?
I escaped from the weight of your mercy
Logic rescinds the faith.
You
Do you understand the words of the self-scorn?
While the clown inebriates in holiness
Misery is crushing your soul.
How in this time can they be a sons of fear?
Enjoy the last days of glory...you bastard.
It is a new strange sensation lord of trash
to be an anonymous puppet
fear the final of your reign
grasp the sign for compassion ...pray again
we are never worthy for nothing
this discourse don't convince me
When I was a child they tried to tame my instincts
threatening my essence with their god's holy gifts
How can fear be a present for you?
With your proud white neck defend you
Because...
We hate you... We damn you
We will exterminate you
Never more as a son of fear
Never more the sons of fear
… You are a man of mud…
The worst humankind shame in their altars
are afraid of our stampede
Now
That the disease will be erased from this lands
Be sure that another doctrine never enslave us of any way
In the early days, when I meet the caves
where this mafia has forged, reason confronts them
the dimension of the plague... resignation.
And is not enough for the trained pigs
to renounce to live, to forget to feel
they have to make you be a guilty newborn.
