What ́s the sense of accumulating so much? To ambition so much? Trace, kill, buy Poverty is in the soul
You can’t put a price On land on nature or on human pride Our ancestors live forever We will fight or we ́ll fall together
Progress? Will bring nothing but death Enrichment? Coin is in the air and you can ́t bet Man who has lost his freewill and his hopes Still has his hatred to rise for a cause And fight for territory
This open veins Can’t feel no more Erosion Force is the blood of those who came before Poverty is in the soul
Invade and take Leaving nothing more Than corrosion Accumulated wealth at the expense of the poor Poverty is in the soul
See this World of contradictions See this World of death Simulation of progress Leaving our selves I can’t Bear the weight of a happy lie I shit on your rules, I decline