jueves, 1 de abril de 2010

Deaden the blow

What the hell means freedom
When I got handcuffs around my hands
A fucking half world is forbidden to you
By your financier state

*They control everything and share out wrong
What can you tell me about the kid who´s dying
Living on the street with not even an half life
It´s time you wake up*

They´re eating from the money you make
Eating your dignity and liberty
They rob you all away and you say no word

*Chorus

No one can blame us by being distrustful
If they have made us like that
We suspect from a smile to deaden the blow

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