Hell On Earth

This is the story about the man
That had a car but had no time to drive
That found no joy in the projects he began
That has no life and only tries to survive
Was he alive?
This is a story about you and me
Spending our times, working for what?
Selling our lives to buy
Those things we don't want
Oh, poor rich man
Money is all you have
One day you'll wake up
And finally realize that
Money can't buy no time
It's not too late
Slaves to our wallets
They want you to work hard
I don't need all your shit
I won't buy all this trash
These words are like bullets
Aim to kill this monster
They fear that I want to quit
Your machine needs my blood to stay alive
Destroy the machine
They'll fear our will
We've born for this, born for this
They built a hell on earth with money
The ultimate evil reign this fucking earth
Be the flame that burns down everything
I have to destroy this machine
Hell on earth
Hell on earth
I'll destroy I'll destroy this fucking machine
I'll destroy, I'll destroy this fucking machine



Credits
Writer(s): Mario Vian Bachiller
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