Hate

[Music: Beto Vazquez, Lyrics: Dmitrii Prihodko, Beto Vazquez] Fucked up, fucked up, swarming mass of dirty people Kept down on our knees by the pigs of the system Knowing no limits to their hunger and ambition But without justice there is no peace Condemned! Must be! The system that looks away from its people To feed the poor? No! You better buy a new political campaign. While selling peace, you fund more wars! No bloodshed is bad, if you can win more gold It makes me reek! To think of you! Fucked up, fucked up, swarming mass of dirty people Kept down on our knees by the pigs of the system Knowing no limits to their hunger and ambition Second to, none, you're staple of human filth Consume, my soul, while you're at it. Someday, you'll find, yourself trapped inside a cage To be laughed and pointed at, you worthless greedy sob. But without justice there is no peace While selling peace, you fund more wars No bloodshed is bad, if you can win more gold To think of you! It makes me reek! Human scum! [Beto Vazquez: bass, rhythm guitar, keys; Gonzalo Magalotti: drums; Guest Musicians: Zoya Belous: lead & backing vocals, growls; Pablo Soler: lead guitar.]