S.I.B.

On the top of your ivory tower You just see the world as a property So many people like little ants In the hollow of your hands Swarming and crawling to fullfill your pockets You think their destiny depends On your onw will / fucking bastard Profit, the only god you trust in Somewhere in Babylon Still the same old song No there's no way, to keep on fixing my feet No there's no way, no way What if, we choose to rise, doesn't even matter when What! What! What! What if, we choose to rise, doesn't even matter how What! What! What! What if, we choose to fight, doesn't even matter when What! What! What! What if, we choose to fight, it matters now After many years of our slavery You trudge with a stoop back Inna Babylon From the bottom end of city of junk Is it your kind of freedom? Swarming and crawling to get the best useless stuff On your consumer life On your own will? My brother... System is falling down, trust me Somewhere in Babylon We need to hold on No there's no way, to keep on fixing our feet! No there's no way, no way! Tax evasion for lobbies Richness creating poverty Hunt them all Panama papers please And judge them all front all their tears What if, we choose to rise, doesn't even matter when What! What! What! What if, we choose to rise, doesn't even matter how What! What! What! What, we choose to fight, it matters now What! What! What! What if, we choose to fight Choose to fight!