It hurts bad

When you nail your sword in our empty stomachs

It hurts bad

When you're watching us sinking and don't lend your hand

It hurts bad

When we're stuck in your prison and covered in mud.

It hurts bad

Because we're bloody humans
But you treat us like stock.

We're drowning in your revolution, in your institutions of worldwide fake.
We're deafen by the lies you told us, blinded by the smoke curtain you built upon us.
We have been trapped for long
We have been stuck for long
And we want it out.
We want it all out!
We want you out!

Give us a better leader
Let us choose
Cause everytime you said we chose you it was only your snake dance, your fake ballot, your fake justice, your fake promises
It was all in you.

You said you saved us from the bad guys and now you're eating with them, you sit at the table and clean up their plates.

You have been making us hate the wrong side of the world. When they say our name they think we're damn cool!

But why are we cool if we're only surviving?

Because they are just seeing what you want them to see and if by accident they see the truth you pull out their tongue and teeth.

Now you use their currency to makes us starve?

You said you don't care, cause not everyone can buy, but is a greater good. Did you mean your founds?
No, we cannot buy.

Buy what we need
Buy for our children
Buy for our elders
Buy for ourselves

What did you do? You're a dictator pretending to be a fucking god.

Guess what?

I'm not religious.
I don't believe in you.
Neither do they.

Is a matter of time you get hit by the wave.
I'm wondering now if you know how to swim without your expesive little toys and your vending machines.

It hurts bad

When you say we're the best because we have something free.

It hurts bad

When I see all those children with nothing to eat.
You pretend is not there.
You let us look down.
Down and down so we don't know what is up on the top of the stairs.

It hurts bad

When I walk around and you're making a a palace for your fake friends and then I walk around a corner and all I see is death.

Death of the spirit
Death of the soul

We're merely ghosts in this goddamn world.

And you want us to shut up
And you kill the ones who talk.
I'm begging your pardon
But you deserve the worst.
You deserve a long life in our same endless road.
You deserve to live long yeah, live long and alone, naked and locked.