LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
Political opponents
Revolutionaries
Journalists
Ordinary workers
Over there
In the four corners of the world
All around the entire universe
The trials
Of volunteer arsonists
Judged before
Vast audiences
Of hungry old wolves
And ugly hyenas on the lookout
Universal justice under influence
That beyond reality
Leads the dance
So everything runs perfectly smooth
And one day
The crowd is satisfied
Everything's locked in sealed vaults
Before they've even been pronounced
From the height of their biblical refuge
The verdicts
Of the honorable judges
Man no longer has his rights
He's only got his fingers left
To these twisted gangs
To shove them up their *ss
Man no longer has his rights
He's only got his fingers left
To these twisted gangs
To shove them up their *ss
Life in prison
Death sentence
Torture, torments
Humiliations again
For those who are certainly
Not angels
Fine, but should
Nobody disturb
Political opponents
Revolutionaries
Journalists
Ordinary workers
They all give us proof
Here and there
Of everything we already
Knew anyway
The conspiracy theory
No longer being plausible
It's payback time
And time to come clean
Instead of that
It's the blonds
The brutes, the bad guys
Judged by the corrupt
Armed to the teeth
All manipulated
Like puppets
The kind you puke
Into the toilets
Dogs that on command
Lift their leg
Flunkies fattened by power
Suits and ties
Man no longer has his rights
He's only got his fingers left
To these twisted gangs
To shove them up their *ss
Man no longer has his rights
He's only got his fingers left
To these twisted gangs
To shove them up their *ss
Political opponents
Revolutionaries
Journalists
Ordinary workers
Everything is
Methodically orchestrated
So that to the void
Gentlemen are delivered
It'll soon be done
The torturers
Have filed their request
The same ones
Who even today
Whatever
The ideology
And never mind
The massacres galore
Around the negotiation
Table
Speak without scruples about freedom
About peace and not forgetting anything
While others
From inflicted sufferings
In chained tortures
Can finally die
Like dogs die
Man no longer has his rights
He's only got his fingers left
To these twisted gangs
To shove them up their *ss
Man no longer has his rights
He's only got his fingers left
To these twisted gangs
To shove them up their *ss