Texty: Blockheads. Shapes Of Misery. Borders.

Do you really believe, you bastards,
That misery is stopped by boundaries
That hunger will never cross the seas,
And that you'll never have to share your wealth ?
Don't you understand, you idiot,
That segregation gives way to hatred,
That poor and rich will always be on opposition,
Draw a line, and decide no trespassing,
Feel secure behind your laws and money,
Responsible for the third world decay,
When you will look up the world will be burning.