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I'm not going to need anyone speaking or taking decisions for me. So just pack your bags and go home dickheads. We don't need a government buffoon to pull any string or to make any rule. So just shut your mouths and go home dickheads. The only reason why you're there is to fill your pockets and your wallet. Deceiving suckers all along, selling them your manufactured propaganda. There's a thing to remember, there is no choice. You put your trust in hands dumbing our hopes in the garbage. Should I cross my fingers and pick one? They call this democracy. We can only elect a piece of shit. Let me tell you how it feels. We go hopeful to the election polls but cheating after cheating they corrode our confidence. All their lies have poisoned people's freedom of choice. Self-enriching machines. Is this what you call a leader? They'll keep hiding beneath shiny masks made of integrity.

I have seen the people of my country savage each other to assert their so called clan rights.
I've seen European colonists poison the heart of Ruanda planting the seed of racism.

Will we ever understand? Or will we keep on needing
our witch hunt to feel secure while pissing on this point of no return?

It's easy to point your blame to minorities and weak people unable to defend all their needs.
A place where a spiritual leader can afford to call homosexuality a disorder.

Everyone I knew changed a lot in the last few years. If I look around, it feels like I don't belong this place. Something has been lost and something never came along at all. But no matter what, our life goes on. Plans forgotten, friends left behind, expectations failed. Wish upon a star which is just a plane in the clouds. Our disillusion, follow us like a shadow on the ground. After all, we finish last while life keeps going on.

TILL THE LAST TREE TILL THE LAST DROP
TILL THE LAST BLOOD TILL THE LAST TEAR
TILL THE LAST SUN TILL THE LAST SCREAM
LOOK AT US
IT SEEMS WE'RE ALL GOOD IN TURNING AWAY PRETENDING NOT TO SEE WHAT WE FACE
WAITING FOR THE PIECES TO FALL INTO PLACE
AND WE'RE STILL HERE WAITING FOR THE END TO COME
WE CONSUME MORE THAN WE PRODUCE AND WE STILL CONSUME

Take your anger on the street
Don't consume it in your head
Let the world prove a little bit more
Just how mad it is
Turning tides I realized how
It happens to fast
One day feels like a revolution
Tomorrow comes