You don't know who I am,
but you should be afraid by now
Cause I know your goddamn face,
from all the posters of it in the city
We heard your voice for many years
But we never really listened to it
Now it's full of every kind of fear
Despite the people's lack of radical spirit
You will never get up,
Caught in the fishermen's, caught in the fishermen's net
You won't ever see light,
Hit by the lumberjack's, hit by the axe man's axe
Storms are closing in
And your shelters are getting demolished
Now you're full of every kind of fear
Despite the people's lack of radical spirit
Your sleeping people will soon
Put you and your assistance
To the coma you deserve
In your mansions in the archipelago

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