thank god and all the devils we made somekind of heaven
we take the protein pills to let us feel it lesser
illusions can be painful, we search for skulls and bones
behind a fence of truth – knock-knock, 322 vault
survive on our ground, expect some facism
call emergency, expect assassination
the breed is born to die, low your expectation
Money makes the world go round, in this fucking nation
we are just a brick inside a wall
sentenced to be broken
I’M NOT A SLAVE OF A GOD
THAT HAS RISEN BY HIS FAULTS
WE ARE INSIDE A WALL