My heroes are the heroes of the past
From a glorious past, that don’t belong
Who have already completed their mission
And today are aging and dying
No heroes today, only whores
Selling your body for a piece of bread
Maybe because they are weak,
Doped or incompetent, even.
Who can give us security?
Who can give us justice?
Who can give us hope?
Who can give us hope?
My heroes are dying
Dying of fear
Dying of lie
Dying of shame
Dying for not knowing what’s right
Dying for not knowing what’s suffer
This future diluted, dissolved
Bombarded rotten information
That makes me see smoke
Punishment and despair
Admit hero: you can not give us security and justice
You can not give us hope.
My heroes cheat me for money
Damn money, killer hero!
