They hit you everywhere
Your body full of pins
The life that was unfaithful to you
Your face broken by posters
And you will die
Without having a funeral
/>They will bury you one day at dawn
Your body will have no trace of having been human
A thousand rats will come out telling you
They don't always do what you want
They become beasts everywhere
They become beasts for power
They torture without looking at whom
They torture without looking at whom
And you will die
Without having a funeral
They will bury you a day at dawn
Your body will have no trace of having been human
A thousand rats will come out telling you
They don't always do what you want

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