Conquerors burn the chronicles, archives are erased in auto-da-fe
The invaded ones lose their past and identity
scribbles embellish the legend of the strong
Slaves are doomed to kneel and stay mute
The dead dont talk.
reality for their own profit
In the dark, cold blooded liars tangle the tracks
Disfigure effigies and pull the strings
puppets dance a grotesque waltz
Some truths still sleep in the shadow
In the gulf of the unknown where no probe can go
must scratch the varnish to touch the rotten wood
And break the cast to uncover the infected wounds
Those who dont remember the
past are condemned to repeat it
Reality is writing in blood and tears
Learn to perceive whats beyond the evidence
blindfold, lift the veil
Chase out the spies that lurk behind the wall of Shame
We are told what to thing and who we must
Force fed with sentences with no sense
Like the land of freedom versus the evil axis!
Vain rhetoric, shallow speeches Were
sick of this s**t
But for sure, well hear it again
As long as the medias diarrheas will be poured in our brains
The question in
not are you free to speak?
But can you afford to be listened to?
The Star Spangled Banner can be a gag, such a useful
Its time to make a stand
We must now understand
That Machiavellian forces rule the world
Its time to break the
Nor more eavesdropping
The game is over, well wreck the plan.