every single piece of hope,
ripped up and thrown on the floor
white cars and fake plastic flags up in the air,
they don’t care,
boss pigs boss pigs boss pigs
And I cant breathe, until their broken!
you're after me with "its your money or your life"
and I make your stand,
in a band,
fight like I got nothing to lose,
even if it aint true
and the blood shall flow with a sharp,
Machete, machete, machete machete,
arruval arruval arruval DIE!
Im not free, Until you're broken!
Machete, I got my, Machete
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