Mi Clase - Non Servium

Divididos en la vida por la diferencia de clases

Clase alta, clase baja, clase obrera o aburguesada

Hoy en día solo viven los que tienen dinero en mano

Un mundo mal repartido, en el que manda es el tirano

Unidos como una piña y luchando contra el esquema

Que dibujó el buen señor repartiendo su miseria

Dando gloria al poderoso y ruina para el luchador

Nunca perteneceremos a ese tipo de rastreros

No somos, no somos… Uno mas de sus lacayos

No somos, no somos… Otro de sus vasallos

Mi clase, mi clase

Es la de la delincuencia

Mi clase, mi clase

La de la desobediencia

Tenemos claro que nunca seremos respetados

En un mundo de ignorantes somos los degenerados

Somos claros enemigos de un imperio de asesinos

No queremos formar parte, de una secta de farsantes

No somos, no somos… Uno mas de sus lacayos

No somos, no somos… Otro de sus vasallos

Mi clase, mi clase

Es la de la delincuencia

Mi clase, mi clase

La de la desobediencia

El sistema os ha normalizado

Y vuestra vida ahora queda en nuestras manos

La delincuencia es la que tiene la razón

Y la dirige la fuerza del corazón

No somos, no somos… Uno mas de sus lacayos

No somos, no somos… Otro de sus vasallos

Mi clase, mi clase

Es la de la delincuencia

Mi clase, mi clase

La de la desobediencia

Es mi gente

Mi puta gente

Divided in life by class difference

Upper class, lower class, working class or gentrified

Today only those who have money in hand live

A poorly distributed world, in which the tyrant rules

United as a pineapple and fighting against the scheme

That the good lord drew sharing his misery

Giving glory to the mighty and ruin to the fighter

We will never belong to that kind of creepers

We are not, we are not… One more of his lackeys

We are not, we are not… Another of his vassals

My class, my class

It is the crime

My class, my class

The one of disobedience

We are clear that we will never be respected

In a world of ignorants we are the degenerates

We are clear enemies of an empire of assassins

We do not want to be part of a sect of fakers

We are not, we are not… One more of his lackeys

We are not, we are not… Another of his vassals

My class, my class

It is the crime

My class, my class

The one of disobedience

The system has normalized you

And your life is now in our hands

Crime is the one that is right

And the force of the heart directs it

We are not, we are not… One more of his lackeys

We are not, we are not… Another of his vassals

My class, my class

It is the crime

My class, my class

The one of disobedience

It's my people

my fucking people