• There's a man that stands in white,
    He says "come along it's alright."

    We follow the steps one by one,
    The prints on the ground once his,
    The cracks in the ground now ours.

    This place so jaded with old traces of Piñatas.
    They look like me but there's something different.
    Maybe it's all the candy spread across the floor;
    Or maybe it's because they look like the moon so high above.

    Whatever it is they aren't like us,
    Wherever we are, this isn't our home.

    You deceived us and you lied to us,
    Batter up and hear my cry for the plains.

    The man that stood in white
    Now stands in red.
    My eyes grow hazy
    Watching him grasp every candy.

    Why now in this world of one,
    I must be prepared for cremation.
    How did I come from a leader of a tribe
    To a piece of s**t fed on flies.

    Where is the equality at this party?