Let's celebrate our weakness
Let's celebrate the time we have lost
Trying to find us
And lost ourselves even more
Even more

The king that appoint you
Will be the same that kills
The golden in your pocket
Was drawn with blood
Of our hands

But I still breath
And I can say that I'm not the devil
And I will celebrate by all defeated
All defeated

The king that appoint you
Will be the same that kills
The golden in your pocket
Was drawn with blood
Of our hands

The king that appoint you
Will be the same that kills
The golden in your pocket
Was drawn with blood
Of our hands