Corrupted Matter

May they be cursed Those who have cursed my land They tremble as the sheep breaks free As they multiply a martyr dies in vain And the victims and the nation go up in flames We have given peace to the land of peace And here we are, blown up by intention The purpose of knowing the existing matter For years facing a lover calling On the beaches, near the nightclubs By the houses, afflicting our children Material of hell, corrupted matter On the beaches, near the nightclubs By the houses, afflicting our children Material of hell, corrupted matter May they be cursed May they be cursed Those who have cursed my land They tremble as the sheep breaks free They use the blessings of my ancestors To make deals and transactions They stutter... no purity in their throats We have given peace to the land of peace And here we are, blown up by intention The purpose of knowing of the existing matter For years facing a lover calling On the beaches, near the nightclubs By the houses, afflicting our children Material of hell, corrupted matter May they be cursed