Lords of power
Transform you to androids
Controlled Androids
To work in the metropolis
Or die in any war
But they have forgotten
Those created androids
They are not entirely perfect
Because they have
Their own feelings
And so they suffer a lot
Through the given life conditions
Young rebels appear
Not accepting being androids
Giving origin to alternative tribes
Thinking in justice and mutation
We have to study power
To be able to defeat it
We are in big number
And always younger
Rebel against power
Structered and commanded
By a great thinking
We will really be free
These sentences are
Nothing more than memories
Words of a rebel android
That wishes to end
With the glory of few
And the suffering of a lot