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dorian dead - 100 years كلمات الأغنية

(sample: salvador allende)
“tienen la fuerza, podrán avasallarnos, pero no se detienen los procesos sociales, ni con el crimen, ni con la fuerza. la historia es nuestra y la hacen los pueblos.”

(verse 1: dorian dead)
one hundred years, donald trump’s on office
his billionaire d-ck rules, and we all have to suck it
f-ck it, yg telling us to f-ck him
while his -ss on some other fat stack, now what?
i keep on hearing katy perry is f-cking woke
wow, what? top 40 is the new “das kapital”
no, it’s product placement, image selling, what they tellin’
obama dancin’ on tv, while 43 million
livin’ in poverty
“ha, that’s only 13%”, is that your point?
imma get you an appointment with each of them, one by one
“fake news”, they said
no truth, just faith
face it, nothing is real
until you can say you made it
yeah, i’m dellusional like i’m a libertarian
i scream my beliefs, and i get called a barbarian
louis xvi, was okay with the guillotine, right?
that was righteous, but “oh, my poor tzar”, ain’t it?
“you’re just a radical”, yes
losing future jobs for this
my parents are worried while i’m digging my grave
“ha, ironic after causing millions of deaths”
popes and presidents are right after me on the list
they call criminals the people who beat up n-z- sc-m
and ask for us to respect xxxtentacion
“oh, poor little boy, he couldn’t stop jerking off”
well, maybe too much p-rn made him do what he did
no, f-ck him, i’m sick of all the little stupid c-nts
who claim to be revolutionary and are just reactionnary f-cks
conservatism ain’t no counterculture
you’re a whiny right-wing ultra, used to be a vulture
now they’re taking out your wings
you’re not oppressed, you’re just losing that privilege
even if you say you’re a victim you haven’t played that role in years
blaming terrorism on refugees
and not on the “democrats” who sold weapons to saudis
i’m sick of woke rappers who diss trump on their tracks
and then shout ’bout macho fantasies and money on their bags
it’s never been a war for progress, more about whose money’s better
if your dollars don’t mean peace, then you can save them with your senators
your ministers, your presidents, your kings, though this ain’t middle age
this democracy is aging, turning out as what it’s always been
but i’m just an extremist, i’m f-cked up in the head
there’s fascists k!lling people in the streets but i am just like them?
you know nothing about me, you know what you’ve been told
you buy shirts that say “freedom” because an ad said so
your liberty’s expendable, just like you as a whole
if you lose an arm at war than you better pay the surgeon’s cost
“if you can’t that means you’re not strong enough to be free”
said a guy who herited millions to who you have to pay a fee
it’s your freedom to starve against your ability to succeed
“but if you don’t have a good start you should probably just work for me
i’ll give you a job and money so you can rent a trailer park
and then i’ll laugh and have a drink with the owner of your bank”
you’re just a product in a bigger market than you can perveice
in this inmense machinery you are nothing but a small piece
but f-ck that, and f-ck the unity they claim
fascist f-ckers try to rule, and they make you believe they’re your friends
and the enemies of your enemies, but in fact they’re all the same
a wahabi in qatar or a n-z- in the united states
it’s not you against the world, it’s us against the power
it’s not waiting patiently, it’s making it ours
it’s the sound of the hammer, the strength of the farmer
the hopes of the ones who were born only to struggle
point at us crazy, tell ’em we lie
when proof shows up you’ll be the ones struggling to survive
ha, what an irony, life turns out to be pretty funny indeed
when you’re the one in power and not the one on your knees
take the it back, like rage against the machine
and take a sh-t on1 the scottish grave of adam smith

(verse 2: dorian dead)
they like to say all feminists are crazy
but that’s just ’cause it’s more common to be a rapist
that’s pure statistic, but everything’s manipulated
but not your news, no saudi oppositors decapitated
instead, media whining about eminem’s s-xist lyrics
but then letting chris brown beat rihanna and still sell singles
that’s your system, are we still the baddies?
when goodies sell weapons to the terrorists they claim to be fighting
their mouths are so full, just as their pockets
they play us like fools, but somehow we’ll knock ’em
their speeches are nothing but generated by bullsh-t
it’s time to be sick and done, it’s time to lose it
it’s time to tell ’em to stop and let us do it
we gotta show we can, we gotta prove it
we have to make it, we have to take it
we have to win this war, we have to end it

(sample: salvador allende)
“estas son mis últimas palabras y tengo la certeza de que mi sacrificio no será en vano, tengo la certeza de que, por lo menos, será una lección moral que castigará la felonía, la cobardía y la traición.”

(chorus: dorian dead)
you won’t tell me how to live my life
you will enslave me ’till i say you’re right
and i’ll be givin’ in, still livin’ with my hope
stick to your chair, what’s been given can be taken away
what’s been given can be taken away
what’s been given can be taken away

- dorian dead

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