I'm not writing for you-
I'd rather die.
I'll be forever silent in my grave,
Rather die private as a slave.

Than be outed by corporate shadows.
Shadows who take money from fools.
I know what you want.
Coca-cola narration, to deflower my nation,
to make money in Peru.

Go on, go be violent.
I'm waiting for you.
I swear, better be fast.
I'm writing myself
And you're going down too.