Welcome to this world
Where the toughest guy shines
Easy money in dirty hands
Absurd lyrics flooding your hollow mind
Greed and pride
Greed and pride
Motherfucker greed and pride
Inheriting insane, Opening fronts
Disarming people, Becoming useless
Millions of invulnerable ears
¡STOP!
Wake up! Fuck Fame Of Gold
¡Wake up! Fuck Fame Of Gold
¡Wake up! Fuck Fame Of... ¡Gold!
They continue to believe that this is growing
The musicians are sorry, transform art into feces ¡Absurd! We looked, insane compositions
Becoming powerful hymns, powerfull hymns
The apocalypse is not far, millions of tickets sold
For idols that give nothing for your life as zombie hordes behind prototypes created by those above
Creativity left ¡The imagination ran away!
Yes friends, the end came
Wake up! Look up! Change perspective
Revolution appears
The industry hates us
Our voice is manifested
The imagination run away
The end came
¡STOP!
This war is mine, creating my utopia
Leaving behind what makes me bad
Not enough, the apologies
I'm sick of disputes
¡I don't give a fuck!
If you love to create problems
This is my fight where I expose my exploits
The industry is rotten, badly delivered music
Look for your an exit, in a world of clones
And traitors
Where everything depends on the gallons
I'm looking for a place where my balls don't touch me, trust me, let' me alone
A pencil, a base, my hard verses like A.O.T.P.
The air composes notes in the sky
I leave my soul, I break my mind
As long as my lyrics are always present
¡The imagination ran away!
Yes friends, the end came
Skullman One Shot Death
Wake up Look up Change perspective
Revolution appears, the industry hates us
Our voice is manifested
The imagination run away
The end came
Wake up Look up Change perspective
Revolution appears, the industry hates us
(Fuck Fame Of Gold)
Our voice is manifested
The imagination run away
The end came