Life in bulk
a little? tear it off,
too much junk? brac, bricks, brutes, blocks? screen as if turned on by rage!
Youth in mayhem, leaving? the drift, a somewhat vague future, because we are all drowned in a poor lifestyle!
This world is sick, we have not cured a great parade from which we have acquired the 'art of bending their dams!
Their fucking interest would like to make us barge, how can we be posed? it's tintin in the great kingdom of neurotics!
Welcome, bienvenida aqu? (welcome here in spanish) where? nothing is ever acquired, o? we teach you the opposite so my ideas are in the maquis!
This world is not rosy!!
No, no, it is khaki, so whatever happens I will remain a soldier behind the MIC!
Tear gas atmosphere, eyes wet with anger, prepare your bombs, the robot man dressed in blue is thirsty for slaughter!< br/>W? It would only be that the state falls if everyone reaps what they deserve, all of this irritates me, so big up? all those who campaign!
Look at how we are rubbish, hard to get out of the hive, in our heads there is mayhem, peace has burned? on the tarpaulin!
Condemned for ages by a system of bastards, destruction has won? in speed for her there are no radars!
Modern man, happy, as long as he takes his cheque, prevents himself from seeing the corpse of human rights riddled? of lying bullets!
Blasphemy!
They told me your God is the economy, we have built a world with the same rules as those Monopoly!
But you idiots, the madness is collective, the liberals don't care about human beings, the others make a business out of it!
Look outside, where are you tel?, see Sarko gets angry, a voice says to me: "let's lock this little Hitler in a sarcophagus"
2007 I'm freaking out, Nicolas, Jean-Marie, am I getting there? think ? Exile if it doesn't break out in my town!
We've been had, there's only poison in the trouble, to better break their rules, let's make the trouble out!
I don't trust everything they have in store for us, can't you see that the walls are closing in, let me meditate while looking at the sky,
Tonight the moon is full, a bit like my grudge, my hope is on a stretcher and my dreams have gone to treatment,
Were not? defeated, but poisoned, my memories of the troubadours who have already? well zoned, what do I have left?
The despair of my eyes wide open to a reality? dark where? only the worst keeps the news
They would like us to believe that everything is fine, this will be the case when on earth, mother, misery will be far away,
and connected I mean the tears, of more than one people, the established, insensitive order, the West teaches the fear of the other,
too many amalgamations, homo sapiens has surrendered, to give way ? the homo-economicus, a race of sellouts
I don't have confidence in what they have in store for us, and that we will have to do something before the walls close in...< br/>Keny Arkana, the rabia of the pueblo

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