I want to release my pain I don't want it repressed,
That its cause dissipates with a piercing cry,
That brings out from the nest the sorrow and tear the oppressive wrapping
Silence it would be the conviction mutilating of my existence.

Who they pray? Who they adore?
Because they are always killing each other
Who are their leaders? Who are their priests?
'Cause they are always controlling and stealing them
Holy moon! Where is him? Is he real?
Come to me! Show you are real, show me you are him

Why shoul