Antisocial

All your life working non-stop
To pay for a grave in the yard
''Robocop'' passing through the subway
They don't come close, they don't want to touch you
Ghost! Do you want to shoot them?
Without your bulletproof vest, you don't walk
You wish to give eyes to justice
To that blind, vicious impossible to violate.

Antisocial
You lose your calm, gain vices
You think about your years of service
Antisocial
Minion of the law and justice
Wasted time, centuries and centuries of malice.

You spend your time stepping on others
Bothering them, spitting when you talk
Desperate with some hope
You see they want to take away your share
You plan the city your way
The bastardry is your way of acting
You are not alone, lift your eyes
The lies of yesterday are true today... storyteller.

Antisocial
You lose your calm, gain vices
You think about your years of service
Antisocial
Minion of the banking and justice
Wasted time, centuries and centuries of malice.

All your life working non-stop
To pay for a grave in the yard
''Robocop'' strolling through the subway
They don't come close, they don't want to touch you
Ghost! Do you want to shoot them?
Without your bulletproof vest, you don't walk
You wish to give eyes to justice
To that slut, blind impossible to violate.

Antisocial
You lose your calm, gain vices
You think about your years of service
Antisocial
Minion of the law and justice
Wasted time, centuries and centuries of malice.