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Lyrics
Black suits, tinted windows,
They speak of the future on golden trays
Clean smiles, closed hands
They dictate morality while deciding shadow and light.
Welcome to the banquet of the powerful
Where innocence is worth less than money
They toast while the world looks away
But under the reception tablecloths
there are screams…
Screams that do not reach the world;
And chests full of dead truths
Justice closes its eyes
because the truth costs too much
Who protects the wolves?
Who signs the laws when the puppets rule?
They serve us lies in three-piece suits
While childhood disappears in silence.
VIP menu in their lounges
Cold lasagna, glasses of poison
We speak in codes, we laugh too loudly
While justice sleeps
Files buried alive
Witnesses lost in the wind.
Scandals die in a week,
Replaced by other horrors.
They say “conspiracy” to silence
Everything that disturbs
But memory rages in silence
And anger gathers.
The powerful swear they did not know
But their shadows trail behind their steps
When the press asks too many questions
they change the version.
When the victims shout “look!”
They are told: “you exaggerate”.
We are called crazy when we ask questions
We are sold silence as the only version
The evidence gathers dust
The witnesses go mad
And yesterday’s monsters
Sign checks today
How many children sacrificed?
To keep this set standing
Cold pizza, bitter champagne
We laugh very loudly to cover hell
And justice closes its eyelids
because the truth costs too much
It is not fear they sell
It is silence they buy
But when the street understands
Nothing protects them anymore
No more secrets, no more set
No more silence that devours
When the crowd knocks at the door
Even empires can fall.
welcome to the banquet of the wolves
Tonight the doors fall under the blows
The walls tremble, the real faces show
And shame rises back to the surface of the world
Who protects the wolves when the pack bleeds?
Who washes the hands when the blood soaks in?
Your palaces will tremble when the walls speak
And your secrets will burn stronger than your names
Final menu, curtain falling
The ghosts come out of the shadows
And this time they will pay
This time they will pay..