It's a purely formal demonstration
Of what are these minds that should be
Democracy's guarantees
That should fight to fill the Gap

So perfectly devise
To be so cold and cynical
Sickest social gear
Calculate all our fears

Reap victims without remorse
Greed, lucre and nothing one else
Can eight men decide
Who deserve to live and put to death one billion lives?

Violence
Against who don't have
Nothing to let usurp for
Violence against control
Break the chain of war

Reaction
Instinct and ruthless
Hundreds of thousands sets fire more and more
Leaving behind
Terror and destruction
Free men beware
Puppets prepared for the war

You're killing the freedom to live
Kill to satisfy your dirty needs

Two armed hands
Flinged against social innocence
People are unaware
While eight pigs have champagne
Withones's meal sink in their armchairs
Protect by a Red Zone
Divided them from the world