Twenty and more years of raped souls
The best fertile ground for hungry goats
They will make of you an hypocrite
A strange creature that always complains
They have made them swallow everything
And everything they swallowed was so tasty
They have made them believe everything
And everything they had believed is leading them to decay
A thousand dying deaf unable to observe
They are blind lovers of noise
Am I screaming in vain?
I try to give the answer
For a struggle that will never ends
They will make of you an hypocrite
a strange creature that always complains
A thousand dying deaf unable to observe
They are blind lovers of noise
Tell them already we have to tell them again
Big up the democracy of the “don't give a shitâ€
Our mind will rise
Our soul will reborn
Our consciousness will wake up
Only when hunger will force us to do that