paroles de chanson Chow - Fyrce Muons

Grind, step up, chow

You've been chosen to be a food
For those much bigger
In times of need
You will perish
In gullet greed
To slide forgotten
Into their gut

Graven image
Pork pie stew
Time to perish
Time to cook
Eat the flashcards
Marrow suck
Empty manners
Serve them up

Quiet and comes all wrapped up in words like love
Until you live with the daily
Now you go to the violator
Find out just what the people will submit to
And you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong
Which will be imposed upon them
And these will continue until they are resisted
With either words or blows or with both
The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those they oppress
The rich nations of the world are acting like ancient users
Lending money to the desperate poor on terms that cannot possibly be met
And thus steadily acquiring more and more control
Over the lives and assets of the poor