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Put a mask on the innocents
Make their valve no escape
Cause who face the consequences
Deserves this, but children
Living for the Brazilian industry
Farming brains with false morality
Saying what you should have to do
To become great and powerful
I need to answer everything
That makes me feel so cold
Colder than dark night
Of my daytime job or my future with crossed arms
What are you thinking?
That I'm not supposed to do
Anything stupid
That even a dog could do?
What's in your head?
Don't you see that every employee of yours is sad?
And if you continue to treat them like that
In years, or months, or weeks, days, they'll become undeads!
