- cifra
Keep Blade Oiled
The blade of your knife wasen't sharp
And he shouted don't if bruise
So the tears began to drain
There is no solution
Wait for the rain to arrive
Happens where theres absent water
In the desert in the bushes
Were the men fly
To keep blade oiled
Save the people save you
Make for people make for you
Fuck off the hipocrisy
Fuck off the breach of power
Don't leave the back water to drain
Children hunger to be parched whit thirt
People consuming till the ethics
The rest of world drogs it self
Others silence in front of the all
And world keeps going
