Bread, Games And Narcolepsy

Call us citizens if it blinds your insecurities

This is the same old shit, this is slavery

If wishes were horses beggars would ride

We’re still kneeling, losing our fucking pride

We have no cuffs but they’ve locked up our minds

We have to face the truth, if you want to rise

Get ready for the fight

They are kings, they are bishops they are shepherds

Seems we’re just mean less pawns, cannon fodder

We have nothing to lose, no reason to surrender

Fuck the rules, this game bloody sucks

When comes the checkmate we all return to the same box

Why the fuck, do you think you’re so special?

You’re just another dick in a whore

The cloak doesn’t make the monk but opens the church’s porch

How did we let so many wolves enter the sheepfold?

People must rise for revenge

People must rise again and again

Words will always retain their power

So you’re the creep, the perv’, the rapist

Getting wild, fucking us through this crisis

Brace yourselves payback is coming

We’re all here waiting the pounding

All the white collard gangsters, all the greedy, the corrupted, the liars

All the gods all the masters, we can’t take this anymore

Reign of the people, this illusion must burn to ashes

They just fuck our brains with the opiates of the masses

They give us bread and games and we bow the fuck down

For bread and games

Bread and games