Born, into a system of fascism,
a perfect race-pack
expected God would bless it, hmm...
I don´t want apologize
for this or for my being
I´m a man, not the system;
don´t you never stop seeing?
It´s a fault to believe
that god has got predilections
perhaps he only needs
a little change and action
so some are white,
and others might be brown
but none of us should think
he´s a creation´s crown
neither you, black racists,
nor the heralds of the holocaust
not the Eskimos and not
the little men from mars
cause indeed we´re all meat,
and in the end, we´re lonely corpse
we have a common source,
we´re living by the same force
we swam in the oceans,
and we sat on the trees
whose history´s
a long song of tragedy,
suppression and of misery
whom unmerciful disaster
followed fast and followed faster
till he cried:
"There is no master of the world,
that I could trust!"
Well, life´s a present, they say,
but it´s like a Trojan Horse
you can refuse it, you can use it
and accept its bitter lores
you can strike in all directions
and always hit the wrong
and that´s what we do -
sometimes a whole life long
but life can be short,
so you really can´t afford
crossing swords with someone
who may be a best friend of yours
otherwise I can prophesy
coming soon a big bang;
man, this can´t go on like this,
IT´S LUNATIC!!
It´s a fault to believe!
a perfect race-pack
expected God would bless it, hmm...
I don´t want apologize
for this or for my being
I´m a man, not the system;
don´t you never stop seeing?
It´s a fault to believe
that god has got predilections
perhaps he only needs
a little change and action
so some are white,
and others might be brown
but none of us should think
he´s a creation´s crown
neither you, black racists,
nor the heralds of the holocaust
not the Eskimos and not
the little men from mars
cause indeed we´re all meat,
and in the end, we´re lonely corpse
we have a common source,
we´re living by the same force
we swam in the oceans,
and we sat on the trees
whose history´s
a long song of tragedy,
suppression and of misery
whom unmerciful disaster
followed fast and followed faster
till he cried:
"There is no master of the world,
that I could trust!"
Well, life´s a present, they say,
but it´s like a Trojan Horse
you can refuse it, you can use it
and accept its bitter lores
you can strike in all directions
and always hit the wrong
and that´s what we do -
sometimes a whole life long
but life can be short,
so you really can´t afford
crossing swords with someone
who may be a best friend of yours
otherwise I can prophesy
coming soon a big bang;
man, this can´t go on like this,
IT´S LUNATIC!!
It´s a fault to believe!
yo politicians the creators of the edad world pushing laws without pause kickin wrong words said germans fuck l...
