Money, the temporary saviour,
Your own convenience betrays millions
And you fake everything,
Pathological liar, you are, it is part of your breath now
Funny things happen,
Still no jewelries could give you politesse

It's too late to save your soul, governor,
You were born with sins inside your genes

Lobotomized countrymen, ****** and shallow,
Majority wins, we somehow deserve to be inside of this damnation.