One more question
I’m about to explode
You call me opposition
I call you prostitution
Why you will never let me explain
Some kind of moment that happens again
Are you afraid of the truth that rings the bell?
Of your lies that knock at the gate?
Wake up!
Get up!
Stand up, for fuck's sake!
I try to wake myself
I want to go outside
Will they try to deny?
I want to be free for a better liberty
Where water, grass and fleeing could be my only surgery