I feel my blood
To boil when I see
Bad of eye
To the common opposed
One my soul
A hungry knife
Of blood when
They see a manipulated

By the social lie
Breathing impulsive air
They see a manipulated
By the blood you guided

Their doubt is sinned
And apparently the opposed
One to the regime
He appears tortured

The life is a hospital
The death is nothing
When it arrives no longer I am
It debate the live self takes many manipulation
Kills that creation

I feel my blood
To boil when I see
Bad of eye
To the common opposed
One my soul
A hungry knife
Of blood when
They see a manipulated idiot

By the social lie
Breathing impulsive air
They see a manipulated
By the blood you guided

Their doubt is sinned
Violent manipulation