Back to the bourgeoisie, you'll keep a man down...
If you had many mouths to feed
And weren't well equipped to write or read...
For twenty-first-centurians
Life is comedy...
Let's be battered again by the ancient rainfall
Ancient rainfall comes with cloudy sky...
We have been lonely sailing
In this ocean of divided unity...
I was born from love
And raised with hate...
Lipstick smiles and non-existent hats:
pride rises like steam from temperamental heads...
We are the Devil's children,
choking on the suppression of God...
We will teach you all a lesson,
you 'political elite...
Harsh times we live
under these days...
Laughing and singing with tears
oh what are these flaming notes...
Get back on a track while some blood is still...
Set back that time which is wrecked by a theft...