They come out again
With their dresses
I never was, I never ever deceived
But we all know that yes
That behind your face there is fear
And someday you will pay for it
And you will lie again
With your words
Part of your routine of your normal day
But I believe more s in power
Of my race and my religion
Of my people and their conviction, oh yes...
I no longer know what is happening
This world is worse
My conscience is feeling hungover
And I can't find a solution
They throw into the void what is useful
And they always leave what is not
They They forget the sublime
and they hallucinate being God...
Matale, matale matador
It seems
That makes you feel much more of a winner
But we all know yes
That behind your soul there is fiction
And someday you are going to pay for it, oh yes...
I no longer know what is happening
This world is worse
My conscience is feeling hungover
And I can't find a solution
They throw into the void what is useful
And they always leave what is not
They They forget the sublime
and they hallucinate being God...
I no longer know what is happening
That this world is worse
My conscience is hungover
And I can't find a solution
They throw into the void what is useful
And they always leave what is not
They forget the sublime
and they hallucinate with being God...

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