Black suits, tinted windows,

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..