I was born one time, Time of precious death. My country was killed By the poisoned breath. I saw the brightest shine Of freedom everywhere. But it seemed to me Like a great nightmare.
‘Cause I have right and I have liberty But I don’t have a meal to eat. I hear lies about a victory And winners strangle me on the streets.
I grew up in years, Years of sadists’ love. When all that we called saint Was burning in the stove. And I have only fear, Fear to lose myself. I hear the children cry Because they are to sell.
So many rights and so much liberty But nothing can compare with cash. Nobody asked them where they want to live And owners selling their flesh.
I live in the world Of decaying brains. I vomit of enjoyment, Of democratic chains. Demons dig the gold And power from the air. And I have to destroy them Or else I will be buried
Under my rights, under my liberty… And now I have nothing to ask From sick schizophrenics’ society. My revenge comes under red mask.
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