I know the language of hate perfectly.
With face filter - we broadcast directly.
The simpleton with the money is behaving outrageously.
The cocoon next to him also looks greasy.
The critic's kick is hitting the front.
The system crushes you even more brutally.
The fool eats at the nets insolently.
Being a vulgar type passes for normal.
Save me from the anger in me.
Save me from the sin in me.
Save me from the fear in me.
Save me from the cold inside me.
Sneaky politics is playing dirty,
lobbies, with handfuls of geppi.
The funny man laughs when I'm sad,
pointing fingers, but inside he's a buzzard.
The saint from the icon looks at me sternly,
because the ego is too much.
The skeptic lurks, behind the back speaks ill,
eye to eye can not, lose the gift of the word!
Save me from the anger in me.
Save me from the sin in me.
Save me from the fear in me.
Save me from the cold inside me.
The packaging shines in the eyes brightly,
but morality is on the verge of a fiasco. (4)
