Subliminal propaganda
Corporate theft
No conscience left
Is there something wrong?
In the land of the freak
Behind the so-called ideals
Shameful and odious lies
Chromed scum
Masters in disguise
Selling shreds of paradise
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They twist laws, crawl in marble gutters
Playing with lives like they juggle with numbers
Some people rob us with a fountain pen
Even worse, we're helpless when such things happen
Oh, they surely do it with standing and grandeur
Criminal measures wrapped in golden words
Should we applaud their falsity
And their tax-free philanthropy?
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Yes, I will be politically incorrect
Plunge my fingers deep in the unscarred wounds
Medias can spread their praises, don't give a damn
I won't be a facelift to the gruesome minds
What's the gist of this joke?
We're force-fed with illusions
Mesmerized mass, stuck in a rut, caught in a web, paralysed
Broken hope, downhill slope
Slow decay, corruption's heydays
So many struggles to strangle the witnesses
Too many sickening truths in confidential reports
So many reasons to burn the compromising proofs
So much dishonesty rightfully breeds contempt
Overthrown democracies
Moral bankruptcies
Falsified archives
A jigsaw puzzle to analyse
Contradictory information
A labyrinth of deforming mirrors
Suspicion is not dissidence
It's a right we must all claim
Suspicion is not dissidence
It's a right we must all claim
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Listen to my blazing diatribe
My desperate anthem
Here and now my revolt grows
As I spew sick rhymes for a troubled world
The explosive chronicle
Of an epoch of silent wrath
A tragedy tattooed in the back of the blind