The heirs of anarchy
Today they are the same ones who carry
Souls burdened by injustice
To win this war
Who are the good ones?
Who are the bad guys?
Who is the best?
It will no longer matter
When injustice
When violence
It can corrupt society
Where will we go with this farce
If the hierarchs stink?
It is no longer possible to believe in anyone
Today trust is dead
And the officials
With their mercenaries
They will manage us
They will betray us
I smell anarchy
That every day Âas
Grow up a little more
In my city
An old age without dignity
It looks very bad, ché, society
I can't see those poor kids
Who beg and ask us
Many more things than a coin
To be happy
And we ignore them
And we run away
We do not give them more
Possibility
They are the children
That of anarchy
They will survive in the city

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