Sikida,
where
are you?
We are
away in the night.
Lost inside my roster cage,
Sikida never flown yet.
Covered with old,
covered lies,
Sikida never flown away.
Bittersweet martyrs of the white self,
but admit,
just a cute fight for,
we'll take no part of human rights,
we'll never hold them.
Nothing's fair,
but when I'm with you, my heart,
you cannot hide the frail detail.
Give me a way that you'll blame not
your endless coverage of the maimed,
the pockets full of liars.
We'll never win, let's forget tomorrow.
Lying for every damn consequence,
the pockets full of liars.
Give me a way that
you'll blame not your endless coverage of the maimed,
the pockets full of
liars.
If you made out Goldman Sachs,
Goldman Sachs out there.
Give me a way that you'll blame not
your endless coverage of the maimed,
the pockets full of liars.
We'll never win, let's forget tomorrow.
Lying for every damn consequence,
the pockets full of liars.
Sikida never flown yet.
Covered with old, covered lies,
Sikida never flown away.
I
always fear,
I always fear this day.