Spring complains but also proposes
Compose, come on, you fucking bunch of bastards
Indecent people who fuck with anyone
Forging the country by burning the flags
Exhuming corpses towards ©doing the voters
To avoid telling the story of ignorant people
They don't laugh at me again
Armed and ready I am ready to die
Come and grú Hit it hard so you can see what it feels like. Pig bursts. Already trampling on rights and collective peace. Shedding blood, innocent blood. It feels like The race is hot
The edge of the machete can overtake you
The phrase of my tongue, kill you and cut your throat

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