Unconscious world of  different colors Slavery masters are death  I am confused out the strange act of death Cos you always act too deaf to my calls for change  I am outrageous to the perilous Hades  Yet, we unhappily accept you U- the thoughtless beast U- the brutal being  U- the confusion  Your seeds only sprout like the coils of acid The shameless - Brutal Beast You've ordained, and brutalized us: Of our own good  And of our own bad sets Abandoned, I am abandoned  Cos you respect us less And spare life less So you care less of our rights  But put wrongs to reset our rights  You swept us like dust You've burnt our bodies or buried  Chain , you've chained our souls in to the red sea of slavery  So our bones are referred to as history home  And our images were far burnt and buried - miles into six feet deep, the earth  But our name remain the call of history forever. Bolofarm, we hate you!!!!