Puta Malaria -

"This is protest, raising from the underground Blasting your head off with forces stronger than you can imagine This is no game, this is the truth, your biggest fear This is anti music and anti noise This is pure hate, this is..." PUTA MALARIA!! I have no dreams, they are long gone and dead I am on fire and hate is in my head I'm not the star of the show and neither are you I'm not here for fame and glory, fuck you! The support is not eternal Friends are hard to find We are heading for our burial In hubris we grind Ripping out your spine, a pain you cant understand The power from from the forces is hard to comprehend I work my fingers to the bone, i consume your hate We are all the same, we heading for the same fate The support is not eternal Friends are hard to find We are heading for our burial In hubris we grind