Pretending

Socialist
Dreams of fraternity
Socialist
Dreams of solidarity
Socialist
Words instead of weapons

Socialist blood in bourgeoisie
Full of belongings
And the money
Always commands me

Sharing nothing
But speaking that we should
And I would...
...i f it was not for the wounds of work
And the sweat of the hours

System that makes me believe
That the words are enough
And the fault is not mine

System that provides relieve
To the ones that are not in need

Words are not bullets
When everyone is speaking

Either you rally or rely
In the system that never ends
Either you lay or lie
To believe that you make a difference
In this system of many means but no ends