Dan Tanto Miedo

Clumsy vices, everything remains the same
They squeeze us, mercilessly
Everyone shouts this will end
But they still stand on their high pedestal

Eh oh, eh oh
So much fear
Eh oh, eh oh
So much fear

High-level meetings
For whom
Those who die don't even know the train
They push them to the beyond
Without faith
They promise, no one fulfills them well

Swiss accounts bursting
Whose
Controlled by the clan of the hundred
Others are born and die of thirst
More meetings at the highest level

The Voyager flies to Mars
For what
Business always between two or three
The news says
Everything is fine
Everyone lies, I'll never know why