DJ's standing with his hands in the air
there's a gun pointing at the back of his head
and they decide about the destiny of quality
Tom Thumb walks in with the sacred list
all the items ascending to the heaven of the hitscene
and he's begging for the victory of quality
And he's begging for an unknown idol
just about to begin
It's like standing with your arms wide open
and there's no one running in
such a cruel thing, hey

I won't give in to the 'Zombi state'
I won't join hands with the syndicate
for as long as darkness is none but the absence of light
day ... and night.

Come on babe, let your spirit rise
money on the table, names on the label
that turns around the destiny of quality
Justice can be only one step away
from the songs we play and the way we try to stay
the way we're begging for the victory of quality

No we're no heroes, don't wanna be no martyrs
something's underhanded in here
When I try to smash it on paper
I'm loaded with fear
'There's no room in here'

I won't make love to the 'Zombi state'
I won't join hands with the syndicate
for as long as darkness is none but the absence of light
day ... and night.