Eighteen Years Old

Young man, if you are 18 watch out
It doesn't matter if you are black, white, red or yellow
You're really a candida to have your head inserted into a toilet
Theey'll put a bucket of shit over your head
Right, left, all directions conduct to phobia
An executioneer with a starry chest
A vulture with a tattoed arm, it's badge
Impossing a patriotism of shit
They take off form you truthfulness in a probation to your fatherland
They train you to protect a band of cowards
Rats that are hidden behind the mutiny wall
If a soldier dies, on less life in the video-game
A game which end is the same, the masacre start's again
Because while you are spearing at war
They are masturbating for the prime lady of the enemy country