Hosts of slaves starving for nothing In the kingdom of discontent Swarms of moths burning their wings On the alluring flames of deception This is the world where you live Billions of little men Squeezed till the last drop By the hands of few For the wealth of one The ruin of the rest Stones dressed like diamonds adorning The hopes of the tricked fools While the sated laugh at your tears Feeble is the veil behind wich you lived your life In this carnival built by their lies Time has come to give them a payback for your cries Rip out the silence Tear down the chains That dwells your mind Tired of liars, tired of thieves, tired of the rotten that dwells around me Anger for every injustice subjected the raise of the righfull begins Revolt Billions of little men Squeezed till the last drop By the hands of few For the wealth of one The ruin of all the rest Rip out the silence Tear down the chains That encase your mind Never the voice of righteous will go out in vain All the suffering, will never be buried by time And standing in line, waiting for the call The crowds of forgotten will never be hushed again Seeds of rebellion Sprout from the lies Harvest of hate The season of revenge