Vortex Of Clutter The Ghosts Of A New Generation
We suffer torture every day
Every day same fatal routine
Is sucking our souls
Tricks of capitalism
Confusing our minds
Every new day means a new death
In this slave design
Unconscious belonging
Perfect possession
Rule those who believe
We are the others
We are the Stones
We are the workers
of the sunrise
We are traitors
Of your fake nation
We are the rioters
In your empty mind
You, white ass pig!
Must pay the price
After all the pain you caused
You only think we led the end
No, you can't see
What we created
We bring the end
End of you
Never trust politicians
Never trust their systems
They will absorb you
And puke you out
When you wake up!
Never believe the nation myth
Never believe their gods
Cosmic justice
never works
In this dark age
DESTROY!
We are the ghosts - of a new generation
We will destroy you - with our world revolution
