Claroscuro

Whose shitty country is this where the minority rules and they deceive you day after day?
This is an estate of five bastards, who for years have stolen what belonged to everyone
They have the weapons, all the power, control all the media and there's nothing you can have
Hands stained with others' blood, they shut their damn mouths in that time of horror and sorrow
They have blinded you, for years, so you can't see the slavery you've inherited
They are the bosses of this cruel estate, where those who have survive and those who don't go to hell
Want more? Pig
Want more? Fucking pig
Who censors, who punishes, who prohibits?
Who decides for you what is good?
The pig Clearly, rather dark, runs this country with its rotten morality
With its mafia parliamentarians who work shielded by their military friends
Who take care of them well, better than a child, What good is democracy if it's protected by murderers?
Want more?
Get your fascist finger out of my mouth, you won't see me fall for your classist lies
Cynical bastards, fuck your mother, you won't have me on my knees before you or your
God. On your right, the enemy, who won't let you eat or have any of his wine
Open your eyes, cut the strings, spit in his dirty face and get ready to fight.