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I look up

where the bastards are

sitting on their thrones

they make me kiss their feet

Whips of menace

punish my mind

they make me feel the agony

they make me feel the impotence

I drown in the shit

of the poor

while my sweat

turns to money

i accept this

hideous reality

but my repulsion and hate

i don't deny

What is the use

if the power

will always be

of the privileged

egotism and treachery

surround my existence

hideous reality

machination...

Chorus:

Sweat and blood

of the weak one

sweat and blood

of the poor one