Stone armor, wooden skin
The moon takes me, the night waits for me
How many fell in the middle of the fog?
How many disappeared? How many were swallowed by the earth?
Life kills us, the press bleeds us
We scream for justice when we're silenced
They gouge out our eyes, they beat us with sticks
They open our legs, they pretend they're deaf
We were born guilty, with all the crosses
They look down at us and point with lights
No to the church; no to the state
My body's mine, let that be clear
No to the church, no to the state
All those apparatuses, accomplices, guilty
I don't want your law, in my, my, my body I rule
I don't want your church; I don't want your state
My body's mine, let that be clear
No to the church, no to the state
All those apparatuses, accomplices, guilty
I don't want your law, in my, my, my body I rule
The water's already overflowing
In front of everyone, point-blank
There's nothing that controls it