Secrecy surveillance, corruption's in the air,They're watching us secretly, but
Through endless battles and through diversityThrough countless nights we fought
Empty stomach on the street, Oi Oi OiSlamming to the
I am lost, I don’t understand.I'm a kid from a
Products of mass production, on the verge of self destruction.Forced
A missile pierces through the stormy skyA beautiful sight, through
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