Estado Enfermo
Soziedad Alkoholika
Sick State
Abuses, pressures, tortures, and brutality.
The scars remind of the past,
shot in the head, end of the interrogation.
The nightmare for them is over.
Missing, missing, they try
to hide what's in the wind, that they
can't stop, they try to hide something that's
in the wind.
Hearts cry, they haven't stopped
crying, they cry for death while the
lies silence reason, and tears
flood with hatred everything
around them.
Blood of the people they don't let be free
runs through the sewers of the state
poisoned by the cravings for power
rotten, corrupt, and degenerate.
The terror, this terror wears a tie and kisses
the Pope. The terror, this terror, democratic
terror, blood of the people they don't
let be free runs through the sewers of the
sick state.
Sick! Death!
