Chicago Boys

''Come on, it is the time to fight for our land!''
A whole script written for a servants' landmass
It's just a part of the program,
So come...
Oh, this moral walk just gives our oil

Look at these juniors exploiting our rainy days,
Calling the mob to embrace their cynical morality,
To a pageant toward our malady

This place has turned into a frightening display
'Cuz a tiny elite is reasserting control
That's the flowing wave

To build an appealing place for world's magnates to usurp
Then we're all strangers banned from the new lots owned by
Those who are on the floor above

Oh billboard boy, this flag is only a brand to sell commodities
To handle all we have!
Everybody is going mad and sick in this land

Moving as warlike fleets in a war against populace
Bringing all the packages to harass the class they loathe
- Left for us nothing but daydreams...

This place has turned into a frightening display
'Cuz a tiny elite is reasserting control
That's the flowing wave

On a serving tray or a fabulous Roadshow
Now we're like frail preys in a place enclosed by
Those who are on the floor above

Hear their words being spread
While troops applaud them, teargas hangs in the air!

A known face to ressurge
The undead ghost wants to take the stage

Paranoia,
All was blurred and hard to see
Now is clear, manifest that
they're just repeating sadistic game

Paranoia,
Psywar breeds dark fantasies
A new rapid method
It's a repeating sadistic game

""- So come...""
We all must dream
But following children's fables is the way for our serfdom.