09 - System Down

Arms in hand
A problem that’s only yours
Fuck me

Calm down, you cop
You’ll arrive at your pension

Every day pull on me
And I listen to your fancies
Have respect
One more time
Every day
Once more
No more

To destroy
Law and truncheons
A dubious union
The politician’s whore
Protected by helmets and shields
Despise you when I meet you

Your system down

Infected principles move around you
Screaming in the street
Whispering among walls
Only interested to be heard
You’re a number who pays for their vices
Fuck the politics

To destroy
Articles and sanctions
As sacred texts and punishments
To rape children
Your belief, so many things you have in common

Your system down

Controlled
Examined
Traced
Go get fucked

Ehi cop, you are a fixed staff
Public official
I hate religion and
I want to burn you down

Look at them
They have the best watch-dogs:
Jester cops
Massacre the judges
Destroy banks and governments

Your system down

- Jacopo Battuello -