03 - God Rape The Queen
Catch me, proud like a god
But this is not dirty enough
There is no one, now
What fucking more do you need?
I recycle violence
Your power is in broken bones
Drain me
We are gaining strength
They have fear, we are like a disease
Leave me alone
Things get worse
It tightens a bit too strong
It happens that it gnaws you in the end
I go on with years and suffer compromises
I don't think this is just a trip
Don't release me when the bastard looks at me smugly
You piece of shit
They order
Wrong
They pretend
Wrong
They want
Wrong
You want me to creep along
You're wrong
God rape the queen
It’s the same way as before
Deteriorate any truth in the world
It’s the same way as before
Deprive us of the emotions
Betting everything on coins
Fake conception
Mother of social classes
Identified by deception
One loses his own identity
Becoming a citizen
It's easier just to proceed so
Everyone needs indications, so there are no problems left
Just an order to execute, fuck you
God rape the queen
Bored owners of multinational firms sink their ideas into the mind of status seekers
They proceed head up high
They feel priviledged
They execute like dogs
Pissing in their own pants they identify themselves
You feel so important
Wrong
Freedom doesn't reside in money
Money hides freedom
- Jacopo Battuello -