The prophecies revealed the future
as the doom of man
And you pretend to nurture
the heads of your land
You think you know it all
and you open up wide cells
and you receive a call
of memories in hell
You take on cyber lifes
Of minimal approach
And make your false repplies
a grosser kind than roach
And you know all this things
you love to live this way
but there are no weaker links
than the one that is away
And money isn't worth it
more financial problems await
and head on to the market
and you'll complete the fate
This racial bias
are not to be proud
And ancient mayas
Are partying around
As you fall