Testo di Crush The Red

The empire of the clouds has fallen down New lies are handled so to survive Shaking hands with the pigs they seem to hate From decadence is rising up the socialist State. A fertile soil of democratic mire A progressive counter-culture of values vile Merchant masses imbecilized by medias' spell From pity and lies the power is now red. A foul metamorphosis into a lamb Low speeches wrung from misery and plants Drowning human strength in basest decadence Achieving the goal of changing the owners of the same. They buy the bright lies sold by themselves Using of propaganda and masses' ignorance Of periodism, schools and the culture of the State We have to crush the red before it is too late.