Songtext von Ratchet

The fall of the mask and the appearance of the outlines of the social stratum conflict. Ignorance and silence kept by gas in our throats. Erasing the screaming, gagging the speech, chaining the thoughts. An immediate fight that foresees the historic project of working class. They place the bodies in front of the neo liberal advance. Abuses of the rights are responded by the expropriation through calloused hands on the air.