Burocracia

Bureaucracy

Strutting down the street, dripping with arrogance
Thinking about his millions and what more he can spend
Showing off his cash to everyone around
Seems to forget he had to steal to get it all

Imported clothes, a bought name
Luxury cars, stolen money
Your house a palace of empty appearances

For living in the farce that drags you to mediocrity
You'll have to pay with your own life
When the truth comes out

Our clown's throwing a party because everything's fine
While those starving in the streets
Don't know what to do
The lowly have arrived with huge gifts
I wonder how many of these
Buried ones wish to see it.