in fraud we trust
we swallow the lies, they spit in our eyes
in gold we rust
whatever you say, our enemy is time
solve we must
the problems that have a treat on our lives
it's time to thrust
chains of confinement aside
how can i say it, without screaming, to bring it on the paper
if you don't care and i don't even give a fuck
why my tongue is swollen by the words i speak translated
where the hell we're breaking through?
and who takes us along the tighs?
i'm trying to use my third eye to see
but nothing can give back my sight
or am i alone, forlorn in distress?
our loophole is getting tight
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