Promesas
Dread Mar I
Promises
They need power
To be able to obtain
The head of some brother
They sell us false information
They treat us like donkeys
And expect us to believe them
They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises
They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises
They say they want peace
While they spend money on weapons
And here there are still sick children
They keep showing us a god
Who is full of gold
And we know the real one walked barefoot
They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises
They are promises, they are promises
They are empty promises
