Digest Me

You're not immune. Your mask can't protect you.
No more abuse: I'm here to
finally charge you.

You've made the laws but you're nothing special.

You're flesh and bones: perfect for bullets to go through.

Do you have
the guts to face all my wrath?
Do you have the guts to clean your dirty past?

You're filthy rich; share something with us, slaves.
Your reign is over
now and there's no one you can save.

I abhor your traditions and your
society.
I don't care about this translation anymore…

Do you have the
guts to face all my wrath?
Do you have the guts to clean your dirty past?

I dare you to digest me.
Why won't you digest me?