Freedom of expression
Freedom of speech
Run away from depression
Or your life it'll leech

Doesn't matter if they call you
Whitey, nigger, savage or goose
When they go for the abuse
that's when we all lose

Freedom of expression
Freedom of thought
You seek for correction
But that can't be bought

Humans as play things
The hardness of reality
Leads to cruel iniquity
Media's pulling our strings

Freedom of expression
Freedom of choice
It's a matter of perception
They will hear our voice
You must face the keepers
of liberty and life
Join the groove seekers
an ideal that never dies

If thinkin is your trouble
abandon the rules of domination
Be ready for the old struggle
for the endless liberation

The cost of their gains
is the blood in our veins
We sell it for a few grains

Arrest us for being in a brawl
We're restless and won't crawl
By your morality we won't fall

Gods of I

Hearing the screams of people
I write my saving gospel
Preaching and praising life
In the silently noisy temple

No other fool such as I
Would even dare to try
To risk his beloved neck
To speak about the past times

Indeed, it’s just for a speck
Of wise lust and selfless pride
But monotony it shall crack

I walk on with my head held high
Through the valley of fear and doubt
Comforted by no other god than I
In a colorful gleam
The sky begins to cramble
Leaving a thin shade of steam
surrounded by blood bubbles

A foul taste stains my mind
And a putrid breath unbinds
the numb sensation of death
That gets me closer to Seth

A life confined to the glass
fullfiled of acoholic stress
Indeed sad is the existence
that leads me to my senses.

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Society drains our time
Time that demands his fine
A fine that demands our lives
Lives that demand more time

An existence full of discriminations
Locked inside towers of abomination
Creating foolish senses to fake a nation
Justifying this endless exploitation

Silly small town boys
diminished to child's toys
By a sickly constituted joy
we're readied for the fields of soy

Being castrated by the filthy swines
that turn our blood into the sweetest wine
that cut our wings so we can't fly
A sentence that none alone can abide

In truth we used to trust before
But no more... But no more
Now we live as a social whore
Selling our ideas for what they adore

And there is still the saddest part
Where we were blindfolded from the start
Surviving in a reality that is set apart
Eating all dignity from the core of our heart.

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