End of The World

200 useless years of history
200 million useless blood-thirsty automatons
200 bloody generals
That play to risk on our witness.

Blood answers to blood, death to death
Presumed martyrdoms burns in fire balls
Immolates you of napalm, runs towards the paradise
Conjectures from Middle Ages

And while from east of the raining bombs.
And pieces of humanoid disfigure by the atom
Make news in the televisions of the world
Oblige to leave the machine of the aids
Show me, cowboy, how can you resist from alcohol
While you' re driving your corvette to high speed
Look, it' simple to buy a gun for you
But it' s difficult to enter a pub and drink a beer
Stupid laws for good automatons
Obliterate from your birth
In cowboy' s mind the women are enslaved
He declares wars In order to remember misfits of his father
Master of black gold
And while the eagle of metal
Flies in the blue sky
Tracing geometrical lines
charming sadistic aliens
He thinks with your head, automaton
Breaks the gold chain of submission
I fight against who hides
You destroy their law
You listen to my words