Migrating from countryside to cities Economic schemes that can’t avoid Cultivation of fear to mute the spirit Cities where human herds can be controlled
Don’t let me touch the ground Don’t let me feel the earth Don’t let me feed myself Mould me into a slave
Broken chains I hear in the air Lies are growing too high The structure is about to collapse The plan is coming to it’s end
Global corporations faceless thieves Feeding us with shit to make us weaker Soil ruined with genetically modified seeds Despoiling nature of its riches
Creators of one dream we’re all forced to reach It demands every drop of sweat and energy No time to know ourselves, no will to think Reward only for frivolity
Don’t let me touch the ground Don’t let me know the earth Don’t let me see myself Mould me into a slave
International banks faceless thieves Enchaining with money they freely print Imposing their rules buying our leaders Selling us the cures for their diseases
Migrating from countryside to cities Becoming prisoners without bars Self-sufficiency is an enemy Evil hand taking over land
The darkest power elite, faceless kings Sowing hatred, feeding on our pain Crisis and wars made to maintain domain Living and dying for those faceless things (thieves + kings)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
