Hosts of slaves starving for nothing In the kingdom of discontent Swarms of moths burning their wings On the alluring flames of deception This is the world where you live
Billions of little men Squeezed till the last drop By the hands of few For the wealth of one The ruin of the rest
Stones dressed like diamonds adorning The hopes of the tricked fools While the sated laugh at your tears
Feeble is the veil behind wich you lived your life In this carnival built by their lies Time has come to give them a payback for your cries
Rip out the silence Tear down the chains That dwells your mind
Tired of liars, tired of thieves, tired of the rotten that dwells around me Anger for every injustice subjected the raise of the righfull begins Revolt
Billions of little men Squeezed till the last drop By the hands of few For the wealth of one The ruin of all the rest
Rip out the silence Tear down the chains That encase your mind
Never the voice of righteous will go out in vain All the suffering, will never be buried by time And standing in line, waiting for the call The crowds of forgotten will never be hushed again
Seeds of rebellion Sprout from the lies Harvest of hate The season of revenge