They come out again with their dresses
It never belonged to me, it never deceived me, it never deceived
But we all know that it does
What is behind There is fear on your face
And someday you are going to pay for it
And you lie again with your words
Part of your normal day routine
br/>But I believe more in the power
Of my race and my religion
Of my people and their conviction, oh yes
I no longer know what it is What's happening
This world is worse
My conscience is feeling hungover
And I can't find a solution
They throw into the void what is useful
And they always leave what is useful no
They forget the sublime
And they hallucinate being God
Kill him, kill him matador
As it seems
That makes you feel
Much more of a winner
But we all know that yes
That behind your soul there is fiction
And someday you are going to pay for it, oh yes
I no longer know what it is what is happening
This world is worse
My conscience is feeling hungover
And I can't find a solution
They throw into the void what is useful
And they always leave what no
They forget the sublime
And they hallucinate being God

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