The Dali Thundering Concept - Bread, Games And Narcolepsy

Call us citizens if it blinds your insecurities.
This is the same old shit, this is slavery.
If wishes were horses beggars would ride.
We're still kneeling, losing our fucking pride.
We have no cuffs but they've locked up our minds.
We have to face the truth, if you want to rise.
Get ready for the fight.

They are kings, they are bishops they are shepherds.
Seems we're just mean less pawns, cannon fodder.
We have nothing to lose, no reason to surrender

Fuck the rules, this game bloody sucks.
When comes the checkmate we all return to the same box.
Why the fuck, do you think you're so special?
You're just another dick in a whore.
The cloak doesn't make the monk but opens the church's porch.
How did we let so many wolves enter the sheepfold? People must rise for revenge.
People must rise again and again.

Words will always retain their power.

So you're the creep, the perv', the rapist.
Getting wild, fucking us through this crisis.
Brace yourselves payback is coming.
We're all here waiting the pounding.

All the white collard gangsters, all the greedy, the corrupted, the liars
All the gods all the masters, we can't take this anymore.
Reign of the people, this illusion must burn to ashes.
They just fuck our brains with the opiates of the masses.
They give us bread and games and we bow the fuck down
For bread and games.

Bread and games.