The Mechanism They convinced me to become a revisionist and to record a disc Yet there will be a time where you will be convinced that this is not what I like What can I do, it was destined Like it or not, whatever I sing to sell in order to live When I go to the producer I must so accommodate the text To shine to him, for him to sell it To have softener, for you to like it To have a topic with love and blood To have words; pointless words To make you feel well so as to indoctrinate you And out of comrade duty To smile to the crowd To wave at it to tame it To whistle at it to lull it To inflate it and deflate it And in the commune to be an opportunist to relieve you with the law as framework They told me your job is to hide the weaknesses of the establishment To preserve the economics of…