Adorno Fetishized Facts
Breathe the disease you call life.
Follow the gods that stand behind profits.
Feed the disease that controls your life.
We march the roads that stole our souls and soak the blood spread on ruins.
Blood stained flags.
We march the roads that stole our souls
Black painted streets.
We march the roads that stole our souls
Hide the facts, create the fantasy.
Im on your every stain.
We're giving stones to feed the blind.
