Nine Eleven - Modern Soap Movie lyrics

A fight to enter the temple of farce and ghouls ... When the cat and mouse hand over to the hare and turtle Each gone in separate ways in a play of shadows under the blazing sun But in this race to reach the first step of a podium made of clay and sh** You forgot arena isn't any different from those we tried escape Now you choose the shackles of an illusion Making you believe you belong to an elite grown by opportunism, pride and lies You s** bro'! You s** so much that the only thing you deserve (now) is to be f**ed!