We have been used We're getting used To help to roll this blood gear The loss of indignation Naturalizing the genocide Blessed by the ignorance Good intentions' alibi A good sleep in the splendid cradle Avoiding the chaos in the outside Just following orders No question ever Unpretentious venom Common sense clevers Sarcastic serenity A bubble of Self-indulgencenon-reflexive Peace of mind Faith to practice What seems to be right How many you grinded To walk straight on the line? How many you ended Without staining your hands? How many you wrecked With no load in your head? How many you dropped Without any remorse?