Under the creation A rotten dream, desolation Hidden below the perfume The smell of putrefaction A dead man walk Whit a hope in their stopped heart Bodies full of heat Disposed hands Ready to create Burning your paradise The starving masses come back to life And to take the veil To see the fucking emptiness One hope, one fist Millions of carcass Ready to resist We are part of this you manipulate our dreams and needs Our life is resist against your happy fucking promises We try to wake up and see your face This is not what the TV says We don