The Dali Thundering Concept - Bread, Games And Narcolepsy Lyrics

Call us citizens if it blinds your insecurities
This is the same old shit, this is slavery
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
We’re still kneeling, losing our fucking pride
We have no cuffs but they’ve locked up our minds
We have to face the truth, if you want to rise
Get ready for the fight

They are kings, they are bishops they are shepherds
Seems we’re just mean less pawns, cannon fodder
We have nothing to lose, no reason to surrender

Fuck the rules, this game bloody sucks
When comes the checkmate we all return to the same box
Why the fuck, do you think you’re so special?
You’re just another dick in a whore
The cloak doesn’t make the monk but opens the church’s porch
How did we let so many wolves enter the sheepfold?
People must rise for revenge
People must rise again and again

Words will always retain their power

So you’re the creep, the perv’, the rapist
Getting wild, fucking us through this crisis
Brace yourselves payback is coming
We’re all here waiting the pounding

All the white collard gangsters, all the greedy, the corrupted, the liars
All the gods all the masters, we can’t take this anymore
Reign of the people, this illusion must burn to ashes
They just fuck our brains with the opiates of the masses
They give us bread and games and we bow the fuck down
For bread and games
Bread and games