Текст песни MASTERS OF DEATH

Masters of death, a trial in the public square Judges of a daily life Who condemn by skin color and social class Wearing military uniforms or jackets They are all the same in the bloodlust of their brother on the ground No one will save us on Earth or in Heaven We are easy prey in this jungle of divine men In the squares and diabolic in their souls This is our everyday hell Hey, you, on the other side of the black mirror This show is open to the public, ' The doom of the underprivileged' is available On your favorite social network. Follow me Welcome to the depressing society of the spectacle!