Song: Saiha Pihl Oppja - Lyric: Saiha Pihl Oppja
Copyright 2004-2008 © Funkevital

Well! Still, if you don't believe me,
try to see it with different eyes
I was born out of love, but here is my advice, 
you're surrounded by lies
They tell us: "Propaganda was Hitler's idea
of controlling the mass, but we won!"
The religious waiting for a doom,
some Armageddon, some for God's son
They hide the truth by telling the truth,
and now everybody know, although.

The nature's getting destroyed, and the thunder
of the war can be heard, and the children dies
We haven't risen to take the control to fight against
the control that controls our life's

We're told we're one nation. They need the workers, 
they need the children, they need us all
I say, as long as they think they can have the control, 
but one day the system will fall
No food, no water, no future,
and who have a full paid work? Maybe some
And who minded those who quitted,
those streets, that worthless bum

Before it was the Jews, now it's the Africans they mean to kill,
with thirst, hunger and by making them ill
While generations are die'n', they prepare us for war
and call it Armageddon, God's will!

Is it the land with great wildness in the sun,
the place we can settle down
So when the water is rising, and the earth is destroyed, 
those who survived think they got up, 
but in reality it's upside down.

They implants the chips in our bodies, and in our brains,
and call it diseases or a "safety mode"
But when they got us all, they will live in castles,
while we must live under the bridge or on the road

We're born as soldiers in their eyes,
born to fight when the war comes for those few.
In the meantime we must obey their orders 
and make money, so they can by arctic fox shoes
They will never show us their x-rays, 
cause their equipment is like a hundred years from now
And some lives right now, other in one minute from now,
but they lives in one month ahead though

So when they invest in oil, they now the oil will rise
in a month from now, but that's tomorrow
And if we ask them for a dime, they say go to hell,
they tell us to go, to hear the working bell

But think this thought trough your whole life,
if a word is repeated many enough times,
you will start to believe it or get ill, then take the dime,
read God in the line, and throw it away for the first time
So when you see through walls, the night suddenly lights up, 
or hear a sound in your ear
It smells, and your feet getting warm or numb,
or you get another voice crack, don't fear

We all know the end is near, but don't lay down to die,
even if you're heart stops beatin''
and don't go out of your mind, cause the mutiny on the chips must begin. 
Keep breathin'
We are many, they are few. We grow the food.

We work in the fields, so what would they do?
If they were the Africans, and we heaving the flue?
Nowhere to run, hunger death, and that is all they new!
I think we are too confidin', and that a lot think
that the people must get leaded
Was that another child they needed,
one to put on the streets,
to give them pain, and the needle

Let them lead you to the death of your own children,
who hoped to get a child, before they died
And if you think that liberty, and egoism in the world,
is your lucky port to ride

You know the death of other people is the way
the democracy did get corrupted!