Third World mother fuckers! [Immortal Technique] I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth right next to the slave castles where
movements bungle, our serpent is subtle Hatred born in diversity of culture spoke Ignorance got the last straw, the camel's broke Change up wisdom wise and stick to tools One called slave
it. Get it, get it GEt it, get it. Get it, get it. I'm a slave for you, I cannot hold it, I cannot controll it. I'm a slave for you, I won't deny
it, Get it Get it, Oh Get it Get it, Get it Get it I'm a slave for you, I cannot hold it, I cannot controll it, I'm a slave for you, I wont deny
, thinking of you keeps me up all night Get it, get it, get it I'm a slave for you I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I'm a slave for you I won't
a crown of thorns His suffering permates his bones You should have put down paradise as lost down paradise as lost down paradise as lost down paradise as lost
fulfill Grotesque abstraction Deformed lost in their fate Lunatics murder without any reason A killer instinct that enslaves Endangered dying species for societies Fabric nameless tools lost
to mother machine Nursed by video screens Paradise of insanity Born into a grave of Mental slavery Lost in dark reality Mental slavery Just one of a million slaves
and lies I hate your world Your paradise drowns in chaos To breed world anarchy World anarchy Coming down Lost are the weak Slaves in service for a
the player still pretends In mausoleums, on painted walls The tale of those who'd have it all The slave of glory's lost demands To always leave with
Lost...No heavens rule the land Lost...The light of lies will blind us Lost...Judgement day will damn them Lost...The gates of hell will open Lost...Slaves
role models on which later religious based their ideas of "Hell" and "Satan" and his "infernal legions." I am reminded of John Milton, who, in Paradise Lost
in the sand Diabolus Unleash me from these chains Release me from this pain I'm lost in misery Unleash me from these chains Release me from this pain I'm lost
truth No reason for you to cry We'll find the paradise Blood on your lips Ambivalence Lost salvation Lunatic fringe Incarceration Freedom's slave Subliminal
like Ross I can hear him through the wall like walk This way they tryin' to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobey my boss It's all in disarray this parade
[Lyrics by Hellid; Music by Andersson] This is the world you're free to explore life is the paradise you've been searching for you are the god you try
Do you remember when... We fell from grace and were cast out of Heaven? Our paradise denied God-forsaken for the sin of pride The chosen few, the tribes