People, once populated, now gone, I can't fit my head to the fact that they died for us, men and women in the shack where they breath air of gas and poison;
What are the men in suits doin? Playing bluffs, to continue your perjury,
The ultimate tribute of a man is to die on the battlefield,
Yet the same warriors you praise now die in vain.
Babies, thrust onto poles,
While the blood of the fallen stains the ground they fought to save.

We breathe the same air, but die in different ways...

To totally expunged the masses cries, is to erase a world where is called reality and reality is also called the world that is controlled by the ones in power, and that if everything is a lie and what is the point to fight for solidarity,
Our true companionship is ourselves,
In a world of our own creation.
There's no one to blame,
The system was born from our will to live in harmony,
But kindness became the act we forgot.

The ability to love came to have the ability to hurt,
Aeons of years, wrapped in territorial thirst.
Why does it matter most to those who own the most land?
What is the worth of something, if it's worth dying for?
Do you devalue human lives, like we're nothing but prey,
Rabbits devoured by the jaws of your own hand?

To be vanquished is to be enslaved,
To protect is to preserve what's sacred.
And to kill?
That's the ultimate act of human deprivation

In a world built on blood, only the broken survive,
if peace is a lie, then we're all dying just to stay alive.

We fought for freedom, but bound in chains,
chasing hope in a world that only knows pain. I can't help but wonder where this hell would take us? Peace is nothing but a dream of a twilight, another story to retold and fairytale to the ones who strive for it.

Future holds the burden of our own actions, and they are the ones also to suffer through it. Is the act of rebellion is a deviation? To the systems that clings to our throats.