Intro

At the end, he kills
The assassin with a suitcase and tie
That paper he carried the poison
Those decrees that are silver bullets
That manager undid the path
They evicted her from her house
The market sets the rules, and in the end
Now life is sold cheap

At the same time, a guy records something
A tune, a beach, a slab
On his muscles for things from before
He talks about love and hates the romance
He talks about pain when he hates his
Controls the rhythm, the style, that crap
He doesn't have the courage to break the chains
He doesn't have the stomach to follow the rules
And wants to let go, and do if they let him

And he doesn't want to be one more of those judges
Who now is, because he's lyrics and speech
Because he's image, law, product
Idolatry, contempt, conspiracy
There will be punishment or there will be reward
You have the doll within stone's throw
The critic's surgery begins

Create, fight manichean
The world crying, you in front: Quiet
Create, raise the tide
Open the sails and go