Round
Miscellaneous
Our Master Plays the Slave
-Many troops laughing in the streets
with their broken chrome faces
and along the fenced roads
listen s your tears fall.
-Our master plays the slave
of this land that is a wound
that opens every day to pure death, at every ounce.
-Violence is lying-
-Formidable warriors in jeeps
the titans of the virile order
What loot do they hope to win?
If a dog never looks at the sky.
-If it is necessary to bury our nose in the plate
we are going to do it, for the guys who smell like a tiger
so arrogant and ruthless.
-Violence is lying-

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