I tied my shoes, I turned my head
A pope in a red suit salutes slowly
The faithful on their knees in front of the bulletproof carriage
Giving themselves until the blood, give even blood
at a shop right opposite
A man strips an ebony floor all painted white,
he gives so much pain
Scratches until the blood, scratches until the blood
Children cross like stars
Pushed by a spring
I'm looking for a quiet place
The speakers feed and spit
Prayers from the top of a tower
Feeling like a puppet with heavy steps
With the offended virgin, a salesman of tears
Makes a few dollars
I stand there thinking
that I've been fooled
The cries of the natives, my heart beating hard...

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