Poor jerks come of the lowest origins.
Give us some food, give us faith in the future!
City lights are so attractive for them.
Give us some work, we would do anything!
Suddenly they appear in wrong situation.
Where are we now?!
Then someone who calls himself saviour gives'em his hand.

Save us all, save us all!
Gone to the length of killing, if must,
even their mothers wouldn't stop their attempts.
Kill'em all, kill'em all!
It's just enough to show'em the target
and they would do anything, no matter of cost.

They cannot see that beyond their perception
creeps ugly shade of an evil deception.
They cannot see they are victims of massive betrayal.
Noone will ask them about their opinions,
they shall be just thrown into oblivion,
Bound in the shackles of eternal misery.

Mindless victims!
There ain't no god
Wake up now!
can forgive your stupidity.
Headless truth!
Get away from delusion
Youthless life!
which sneaks in your brains.

Pending at the gates of heaven,
slowly tumblin' down in hell,
seein' each other's mean desires,
hearin' each other's death-bed cries.

Story is told.
The next generations must know
all about their parents' temptations for they are seed
of the jerks, once came in the city.
This cannot be true!
Sitting in arm-chairs, covered with leather,
chattering idle talks 'bout the weather, in fact
they are children of lowest origins.
...and that's it about so-called "high society"!

Mindless victims!
There ain't no god
Wake up now!
can forgive your stupidity.
Headless truth!
Get away from delusion
Youthless life!
which sneaks in your brains

Tale is over.
Princess is dead.
There ain't no castle...
...in fact...
...all is vanity.

Journalist from an influential newspaper is called by the rebels to tell the world about what happens.
They hope the world will support them.

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