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 -