Every cop that you'll see Protects the elite So like an outcast I'm roaming on the streets
Every basic need Disguised as privilege Repressed and paralyzed At minimum wage
Buerocracy of death With Hitler's cold breath Still perceptible in Bismarck's colonialist state
They take from the poor And give it to the rich Classist narratives taught In history class
They call it criminal energy I call it being fed up With neoliberal Fascist Society
They call it chaos I call it organizing Without hierarchy
I'm a Black Cat Maybe advocat I really try to act As I'm expecting it from you
But I'm a hypocrite I'm well aware of it And I'm a piece of shit A liar and a loser, but
I try, I try not to be Life's a game And I cheat only on The ones opressing me
I'm a thief and I'm a friend I take what I need and I give what I can But I feel That all is going to end
As it's burning We're dancing on the ashes For all we knew is gone
Wind is howling Through the ruins With our laughter blending inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
