Made of Blood
They hate us, They controll us
They ask for Peace, But they explore us
They say that everything's okay
But right under the floor
People screaming hungry
'Cause there's no eyes for poor
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
But we are made of blood
They hurt us, Manipulate us
They change our minds
To make more slaviours
They buy us, They sell us
Our blood is fuel
To make their machine Works
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
But we are made of blood
They hurt us
Manipulate us
They change our minds
To make more slaviours
They buy us
They sell us
Our blood is fuel
To make their machine Works
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
But we are made of blood
Hechos de Sangre
Nos odian, nos controlan
Piden paz, pero nos explotan
Dicen que todo está bien
Pero justo bajo el suelo
La gente grita de hambre
Porque no hay ojos para los pobres
Están hechos de oro
Están hechos de oro
Están hechos de oro
Pero nosotros estamos hechos de sangre
Nos lastiman, nos manipulan
Cambian nuestras mentes
Para hacer más esclavos
Nos compran, nos venden
Nuestra sangre es combustible
Para que su máquina funcione
Están hechos de oro
Están hechos de oro
Están hechos de oro
Pero nosotros estamos hechos de sangre
Nos lastiman
Nos manipulan
Cambian nuestras mentes
Para hacer más esclavos
Nos compran
Nos venden
Nuestra sangre es combustible
Para que su máquina funcione
Están hechos de oro
Están hechos de oro
Están hechos de oro
Pero nosotros estamos hechos de sangre
Escrita por: Luana do Prado Macena