In this planet of Murcia,
Sovereignty has applied.
Unfairness? You can't see it on us.
We the Indru-Murcians are one of these
Aces fighting over these playful hands.
An Indru-Murcians who wanted to living tranquilly.
Until these Parto-Misio came
For these ****** game.
They got everything from us,
Every single thing.
They killed off half in our our Murcia.
No one faught but has been caught.
We're like a dog who yelps
Without getting any helps.
Dead boddies can be seen,
Parto-Misio has rised.
They're eating while we're craving
Craving for the food, hope and freedom.
'Cause these Parto-Misios
Will be coming to you.


Life's like a peaceful planet
It attracts insecurities
like a strong magnet.