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• Artiste: Gorod
• Titre: Hidden Genocide
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I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate The end justifies the means, I will be merciless I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill The end justifies the means, I will design some disease What's a nation, what's a continent? What's a fellow, what is a people? ...Nothing but livestock What is ethics, what's morality? What's altruism, what's humanism? ...Nothing but sterile thoughts There's no struggle No resistance No guerrillas Just illusions There's no peace No negotiation No mediation Just a hidden genocide This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth Imagine a virus, and people degenerating Over three generations, imagine a virus Crude physical and mental alterations Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase Your eating habits changing, you will fading out All that makes you human disappearing, you're turning into a pig Your face's shaping your background To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations Man's caricature, even your pride gets lost In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers