She's a whore because she left herself in, despite being in love,
he's a champion because he fucked her, laughing at her,
she was guilty for wearing that short skirt,
there's always an asshole that says she wanted to be raped.
He's fifty, and has become such an interesting man,
at thirty, girls seem to be outdated,
old-fashioned and seem easy to get,
may the Earth tremble when a woman rises her face.
How was it you forgot about it?
From her womb and blood you fed,
like an angel's wings,
she took you into her arms to take care of you,
and now you chain her to pain,
and erase from nothing all of her courage
and all are them,
and I am them,
I am them.
Fucked up society, towards morality cover us with stones,
but, where are they when a woman is sinking on sand?,
some of them put a price over innocence, and demand decency,
there's always a coward that beats up when there's a lack of reasons.
In the middle of an overpopulated world, playing to be God,
having a boy is the most wished thing,
however a girl is a lost case.
In the sky, another heart which was shut down keeps crying.
How was it you forgot about it?
From her womb and blood you fed,
like an angel's wings,
she took you into her arms to take care of you,
and now you chain her to pain,
and erase from nothing all of her courage
and all are them,
and I am them,
I am them.
How was it you forgot about it?
From her womb and blood you fed,
like an angel's wings,
she took you into her arms to take care of you,
and now you chain her to pain,
and erase from nothing all of her courage
and all are them,
and I am them,
I am them.