Big brothers of the world, among the fascist,
sick hierarchies, judges of the lower.
Supposed to rapresent the people (they soon forgotten)
Why should the pharaoh renounce to his throne ?
Tell me something- I haven't heard before.

Hallowed hatred- I'll resist such goodness
Hallowed hatred- refuse their charity

Faithful ancestors fed with ignorance
managed by their fathers, sufforing love-no lovem
Dead in purple clothes terrified by comunism.
Do you remember the Berlin wall? Capitalism keeps on casting bricks.

No reflections in the water, would a god (as his minister do and did)
Promote racial prejudice? Look…
The cradle of intolerance rocks on and on.
Half assed smiling dictators-forged in wind of repression - sure source of aggression
Cultural colonialism, slayer of centuries
and you know what i think they don't believe in the god they preach.

The bullet penetrates the form, they already knew everything
doleful, reckless steps raise the dust.
The eyes deceive the conscience, but how can you judge
the soils deformed by their nazi marches.

Blood is there to see beyond shields (and words) and you suffoke your stare,
asphalt's wet the proof concealed, much more evident.
See them smiling, gambling with our skin, smelling the air in search of prey,
loading arms knowing well you can expect nothing but fear

When you're other from them and they're waiting for that
equality's the shown off belief, mask on blood and waste.
Imposture of free empires, jails and jailers of differences,
that blood is there for all, you can't believe it's what we asked for

I felt as good as dead, the judge overturned his own rules,
all I know, they keep on acting the sins of the fathers.
An instant: you suddenly figure out what you're facing,
can you hear me beyond my tombstone ? No, no.
While people shape the same tremendous sculpture - but we are nothing but things there -
Deformed and aberrant, voiceless and faceless, and the blood is still there
don't clean it up, don't clean it up.

I wish I could devastate the real with the hate in my cry
tear the chest of power and devour its heart.
Murderous jaws like theirs, eyes exploding amoral lunacy.
I was told that the sky had turned black that day.

The truth lies corpse desecrated laughed at
freedom a paradox, for it's sealed behind those walls,
that's why that day I felt wounded to death,
nailed to the cross profane Jewish majesty.

Fathers building other jails, increasing social disease
raising fences in politics of foreclosure.
Don't clean up the blood, don't clean up the truth.

Never tell the subdued about his pathetic self made identity
he might kill to prove that he's free.
Freedom… Overseen gently, every breath of yours.
But if the river revolts no more ground you can exploit
they didn't try to be different, They didn't even try.

Tactics of hate celebrate the flesh's catharsis
men and women bend on their knees, forever scarred
dissent that runs away means a lost chance
but the fathers always laugh taking flesh off our bones.

Watch my news and then write it clear
the fist that strikes carries fear within its fold.
Amphetamine cops drunk with their power
gather in front of you for there's too much to loose.

Look at us fathers…do you recognise yourselves in what we've become?
Bloomed into what you hate and fear, what you hate and fear !

What people think they really feel the need are certain value classes, inside of which they feel
their conscience white as their skin (and someone to remember this to them all).
I sholuld scorn people like you (I feel obliged to).
If it's true that ground is fed with your steps - then you've made sour, boy.
On a grey landscape, dust made out of bones, I'm the thirsty through your land, (this land)
that needs to be discussed, (this land, our land) that needs to be stirred,
flow …as blood… as water …

Leaving a motherland who had grown hopes in her heart
this some hope that with you ploughs the stream.

You try not to feel the loss of ties you wish immortal,
when the shore has now vanished from sight you know
The sea could swallow you.

To cross the desert brings nothing divine, leaves only thirst
and there isn't even love to strenghten us - or that's we think we see.
Many now are faraway from your heart and eyes, that's what you feel
the path from the crossroads will start with or without you.
No man on earth bets his life without a good reason
it hurts to know you count less just for being there.

Treaties say we're born equal but what we achieve then
we don't die as heroes death is just one chance.

All path cross each other sooner or then, some get better thanks that.
The rest can thank their gods, certain things you just can't ask

Words can shape what I cannot touch and see
No reason, no reason, no reason for you to erase lives.

Nothing we have but this love
hate, hate bled from privation
With heart pregnant I can only create my soul.