Testo di Lies

I'm tired of their filthy lies. Dirty littel men, fat and weird. The politics of five o'clock news, airwaves locking any truth. The illudions of the eorld are proof. seeds been sewn haven't taken root. Pay attention to history lesson, your revolution is my transgression. Don't you forget. Do they really believe what w feel? An election makes it real. A swastika hung above your door. did anybody ask what for? Don't feel alone if you've lost touch with the feelings that you trust. The lies, the blood, the fucking scars, of what the hell we really are.