We're the voice of the millions
We're the fist of all dead soldiers
On this senseless batlefield
Conveniently called nation
We rediscover our lives
Through our imposing death
We're the voice of the mud
And the eyes of the blind
Observed streets under
Control the same red order
Along this fields of hunger
It lies a state disorder
Amount the bodies of our hope
Children, artists, workers
Color them with the same red
Government's painted pictures
Reunite them under the flag
Pray a civil manifest
"strength through unity
Unity through faith"
Observed streets under
Control the same red order
Along this fields of hunger
It lies state disorder
Color them with red…
The fingers on the streets, a yellow code
Is on just to protect you
What can you do, the state control
Just to protect you
An overture's for a new nation
Built over bankrupcy
When justice is on vacation
The empire lacks liberty
Liberty!
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