You
destroy your bones
erase their minds
you brake us
you know you are ready
to sell the ready-cooked artists
ready-cooked artists
You
just place your ass
and people lick
you know wel’ll have to kiss it
until it disappears in ready-cooked money
ready-cooked money
While you destroy your bones
you raise us
they’re using you
you realised
oh no, they’re using you
my ready-cooked artist
ready-cooked artist
You’re not sorry
You got money
Pay your mind not to speak
You’re not sorry
You got money
Pay your truth no to speak
No one but you
can understand the reasons why
you’re lying to yourself
every time
you go to the show and sing the songs
you hate and
you build up
a circus for idiots
So silly, so absurd, a real fake
We swallow some shit we’re suposed to fight
And no one but you
can understand the reasons why
you’re lying to yourself
every time
you go to the show and sing the songs
you hate and
you build up
a circus for idiots
