Inhumate Blind
Waking up every morning
Droging at work, bored to death
Unfortunately we have to eat
Can't you see what real life is?
Are you all blind?
Can't you see?
The heat of a smile, a few friends
Give to your life all its sense
Father Dollar is to be dying
We have to find a substitute
Are you all Blind?
Are we able to change our customs,
after our life to find one
we will remember without many regrets?
It's up to us to find...
