Luigina Said

We're watching the world evolve
Flatter, grayer, "merrier"
The big stoves powered by the forests
Cooks the idea of salvation
Unrestricted, for flatter ground

The machine powered by the free will
Exploits the idea of emancipation
Support the cause, if you are pale enough
Start with the differences
Poor-Rich, Young-Old, Short-Tall, Normal-Fat
Lost, or Believer
Unreliable, or has a dick and two balls
Black, yellow, brown, red, pink
Unrestricted, for the "merrier" ground

And if your grand, grand, grandpa was an old monkey
With a pocket watch on his suit
You might target the dense black blood coming from the ground
"It is pure mate, innit?"
"Well, it ain't my first rodeo mister. Of course it's pure!"
Like the void in our perfect balance

Perfect balance, screaming tides of slaughters
Before our eyes
We must rise to the skies
But Luigina said troppo caldo

Perfect balance, helpful guides for
Breathing safely in sky
We must rise for "our rights"
But Luigina said troppo caldo oggi

Perfect balance, solid lies for us to dream
In their lines
We must rise for better lives
But Luigina said troppo caldo oggi vero?



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