This song is not a lament but an explosion of our rage
Against the craps that talk just to kill time!
To kill fucking time
Sad creatures can't drag me into the puddle of
Insatisfaction born from the fear of solitude!
A plastic gun in your head
Welcome to my world of insanity!!!
Don't look me bad I don't follow satanism
I don't kill nuns, virgins and fucking priests
But give me drums guitar and a stage
And I'll start the hell on earth!
We are enemies of the brain
We are enemies of the dullness
Against a society of slaves,
Snobs and plastic brains
Slowly we walk, slowly we rot, in the castle of the pain and misery
Contaminated by the routine of a corrupted and liar life
Change and grow up! Cut your hair!
You won't find a wife and a job!
A mess of zombies blind and dumb,
They look for salvation in the fucking conformism
Splitting the spirit from every form of stupid individualism!
Don't look me bad I don't follow satanism
I don't kill nuns, virgins and fucking priests
But give me drums guitar and a stage
And I'll start the hell on earth!
We are enemies of the brain
We are enemies of the dullness
Against a society of slaves,
Snobs and plastic brains
We are enemies of the brain
We are enemies of the dullness
Against a society of slaves,
Snobs and plastic brains
Scorned for what we are, freedom thrashers in the air!
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