Imagine a Line

Every day
The killer is the president of disorder
It's me, and I answer for all the sentences
Your fucking problems
That you solve every day
With words and always saying the final verb

The only question about the system
Will we survive or maybe die with shame?
When they lose control
When they forget the word
When you get the connotations notice

Your Fucking borders
My color is the reason for many laughter
To plan, and believe in this imposed flag
Sitting on all those rules
Because your lies are true
Come on, forget the words and the final verb

Oh yeah, oh yeah
We must notice
Oh yeah, oh yeah
About the system

The only question about the system
Will we survive or maybe die with shame?
When they lose control
When they forget the word
When you get the connotations notice