Claroscuro

Whose shit country is this
Where the minority rules and they fool you day after day?
This is a dump run by five assholes
Who’ve been stealing what belongs to everyone for years

They have the guns, all the power
They control all the media and there’s nothing you can own

Hands stained with someone else's blood
They shut their fucking mouths in this time of horror and pain
They’ve blinded you, for years
So you can’t see the slavery you’ve inherited

They’re the bosses of this cruel estate
Where the one who has survives, and the one who doesn’t is fucked

Want more? Pig
Want more? Son of a bitch pig
Want more? Pig
Want more? Son of a bitch pig

Who’s the one who censors, who punishes, who forbids?
Who decides for you what’s good?

The clear pig, more like dark
Runs this country with its rotting morals
With its mobster politicians
Who work protected by their military friends
Who take care of them better than a child
What’s the point of democracy if it’s protected by killers?

Want more? Pig
Want more? Son of a bitch pig
Want more? Pig
Want more? Son of a bitch pig

Who censors you, who forbids you (the clear pig, more like dark)
The clear pig, more like dark

Get your finger out of my mouth, fascist
You won’t see me fall for your classist lies
Cynical fucking son of the bitch who gave birth to you
You won’t have me on my knees, neither before you nor your God

To your right, the enemy
The one who won’t let you eat or let them take all their wine
Open your eyes, cut the strings
Spit in their dirty face and get ready to fight

Look the enemy in the face