Transmutation

Who's this guy who claims he is nothing?
And limps towards truth with sores on his hands
If I put on my knees, faking mutilations
I’ll tell him from below that he’s not one of us

Self identities, created by the state, are used as
A mirage, of liberation, a wall
For the Homo Sacer proud, Homo Sacer proud!

You shouldn’t fall for the all lives matter
Power segregates, creating its new truths
You accept the lie to organize an overthrow
But we must not forget the means are not the end

Self idеntities, TNT for the state, arе used as
War horns, a gesture, to unchain

Transmutate!
Transmutate!

Are your bricks to isolate?
Or to throw against the bank?
Are you digging for your grave?
Or making space in the barricade?

War horns, the force, to free
The Homo sucker proud, Homo sucker proud