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They eat god, they eat mud
They eat skin, they eat again
They eat peace, they eat features
They eat children, they eat again

I saw them
Even if they don't show themselves,
I saw them
Playing invisible,
But they are there
Omnipotent beasts
devouring in frenzy
Eating much more
than they can digest

I saw them, they walk around
With our blood on their hands
And their 'it wasn't me' face
Taking you to prisons
Where you can't feel,
So that when they open the door for you
You're afraid to leave

So dressed up and educated
Always knowing what to say
Making you lose yourself
So you want to hear them
Disguising reality
With their ghostly promises
With empty talks
They can buy your calm
Or sell your soul

They prefer a blind body
To control
And please with candies
The beasts are out there,
So different from me
They are so similar to me

They eat thirst, they eat trees
They eat gas, they eat non-stop
They eat god, they eat mud
They eat skin, they eat again

Let's eat more,
The banquet is ready
The gold in fillet
Let the intestine squeeze me
Let's eat more

And in their banquet
Of rotten loneliness
Of corrupted dignity
They talk to us
About promised lands
And to get there you have to sacrifice
The good in this life
Their homicidal indifference
Their so gloomy stubbornness

Cold machinery
Demands that you believe it
Their boots are anger
Trampling ideas
This mute justice
With a smell of death
Thinks that silence
Is forever

They won't run with that luck
The screams they silence
will resound louder
Creating paths,
Following heartbeats

The so-called bandits
We won't be eaten
That thorn doesn't scare
The toughened bodies
And they dodge bites
From the teeth of oblivion

They eat thirst, they eat trees
They eat gas, they eat again

Let's eat more,
The banquet is ready
The gold in fillet
Let the intestine squeeze me
Let's eat more...