Histeria, Tv, Canción de Moda

In a state of emergency
We stand alert
For the fight.
Subject to the truth, yes!
Our luck will change its name now!
Because the sincere
Is given completely,
Doesn't need to carry a trophy
And you see, it's not what they say it is,
It's all about power!

Blow by blow, hatred grows,
Time will tell everything.

I think I'm going to vomit,
How disgusting, I feel bad!
Please cut off that transmission,
A terrorist wants to save us!?
Let the children stay away from the TV
Because when it comes to drugs
That's the worst!
Hysteria, TV, fashion song!
We need to change the slogan!

Blow by blow, hatred grows,
Time will tell everything!

There goes the bullet, catch it!
Boom, bomb, bomb, flying through the air!
It's a barbarity, Roman circus in the street,
Standing on their heads in front of those who fit,
Too late to regret.
Hmm, this smells rotten,
It's messed up, dear friends!
Martians, clones, freaks, murderers,
Oh, what a cool world!
So much evolution, so many new inventions,
So much intelligence a pig develops!
If only they had that cunning for good!