To whom I complain .. See you taking the live sheet, you say .. See you carrying a suitcase bearing the master This irregular pain in the heart Yet our sky is the same .. Nothing is more powerful and strong But .. power becomes your powerful weapon! Your bastard sangar is nothing more than a fishing rod Who reigns over false support .... Your ruler rivaled Pilate's scenario! You keep the water of your hands, that you're a hypocrite. Either the world is tired of rebuking you You still fall ...