domingo, março 25, 2012


Playing chess with us, the so-called mankind
Submitting us to slavery, and so many lies were told
Claiming the world as theirs, nailing it to our mind
Blinding us so perversely, with the glow of their gold,
A tired and sick man shouting, he have had enough
A dead man laying, and rotting on the floor
We're all equal, we're all the same, yet some treated so rough
It's so putrid, it's so disgusting, what is in the society core
What is authority? What is justice?
What is the right to make rules?
Demons, with such dark malice
Filters of happiness... Turning us into tools...

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