The might one can't see can't hear and hardly talk
His cowards keep stealing everything from us
Crises killing many still in the air
Crowlers still thinking there is nothing to do

Becoming worse than they said
It's going on we are dead
Our pride and glory fell
We live in a tropical hell

The police use the force to keep us in line
The justice always find a gap on the law
Criminals are willing to take over control
Crawlers still thinking there is nothing to do

Becoming worse than they said
It's going on we are dead
Our pride and glory fell
We live in a tropical hell

Churches are working on control of the mass
Priests are fucking our children in the ass
Mothers impose god inside of our heads
Crawlers still thinking there is nothing to do

Becoming worse than they said
It's going on we are dead
Our pride and glory fell
We live in a tropical hell