Subliminal propaganda Corporate theft No conscience left Is there something wrong? In the land of the freak Behind the so-called ideals Shameful and odious lies Chromed scum Masters in disguise Selling shreds of paradise ♪ They twist laws, crawl in marble gutters Playing with lives like they juggle with numbers Some people rob us with a fountain pen Even worse, we're helpless when such things happen Oh, they surely do it with standing and grandeur Criminal measures wrapped in golden words Should we applaud their falsity And their tax-free philanthropy? ♪ Yes, I will be politically incorrect Plunge my fingers deep in the unscarred wounds Medias can spread their praises, don't give a damn I won't be a facelift to the gruesome minds What's the gist of this joke? We're force-fed with illusions Mesmerized mass, stuck in a rut, caught in a web, paralysed Broken hope, downhill slope Slow decay, corruption's heydays So many struggles to strangle the witnesses Too many sickening truths in confidential reports So many reasons to burn the compromising proofs So much dishonesty rightfully breeds contempt Overthrown democracies Moral bankruptcies Falsified archives A jigsaw puzzle to analyse Contradictory information A labyrinth of deforming mirrors Suspicion is not dissidence It's a right we must all claim Suspicion is not dissidence It's a right we must all claim ♪ Listen to my blazing diatribe My desperate anthem Here and now my revolt grows As I spew sick rhymes for a troubled world The explosive chronicle Of an epoch of silent wrath A tragedy tattooed in the back of the blind