Under high pressure
We live, we breathe, and we talk
It`s a prison without walls
Under the gun they take the power
The reason is so obvious
It`s too clear anyone can see
Hands and feets tied up
No right to express ourselves
Totally blind
Totally def
Totally mute
Totally blind
Totally def
To do what they want under the gun
We live in a society
Ruled by corruption
A living inferno, the land of the damned
They made us blind to hide the truth
The cruel logistic full of human tragedy
Implicit dictatorship
No right to express ourselves
No choices
No place to hide
Nowhere to run
No place to hide
Nowhere to run
To do what they want under the gun
Under the gun
Under the gun we live!
Under the gun we breathe!
Under the gun we talk!
Under the gun we walk!
Under the gun we think!
Under the gun we act!
Under the gun we pray!
Under the gun!
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