Pigs with elegant suits controlling the prices of lifes
Misery and pain is all that's the reward to the human beings
Your money and power, now is now turning into putrid stench
You ruined thousands of lives, but your business will come to an end
Why do you think these people can be sold?
You are not their owner, you are not their creator!
Every day the darkest terror, in front of their eyes
Taking away the innocence and all hope to live
Mouths are silent to preserve this perversion
It's time to change this reality and take the right path
Our God will expel all his fury over your life
The man reaps what he sows
Why do you think these people can be sold?
You are not their owner, you are not their creator!

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