Original lyrics
ENTombet in secrecy as
Every indigent does
All that rests are remains
Of someone who lived in poverty
His parts
Are distributed
To people that
Didn't make anything
To deserve it
The price they pay
Is a small decrease
In their banking counts
Profiting with his traffic
Exists a clandestine system
That takes advantage
Of ingenuous people
Existences out of synchronism
Out of synchronism
Existences out of synchronism
Out of synchronism
