Fabrica

Our day is gonna come, we'll have our turn
It's not asking too much, I want justice...
I want to work in peace, it’s not too much to ask
I want honest work, instead of slavery
There must be some place where the strongest won't try
To enslave you... if you're out of luck
Why is there so much indifference, hardened like iron
And fire? Who's watching the gates of the factories?
The sky was blue, but now it's ash if
What was green here doesn't exist anymore
Who would make me believe that nothing's happening?
After playing with fire, let the fire come already...
That air left my sight tired... and nothing more.
And nothing more...