Flip this capital eclipse
The vocal tone has got em sweatin
They own apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of the grains stand masterless
The masked ones cap one nafta comin with the new disaster
And yes we in with the wind and
The plan de ayala kin are coming back around again
The slave driver saliva, one night power turns
The devils mouth dry, and mexico burns
Here they come one by one killers of the new frontier
To occupy we lost in fear
We are the wind below
We in with the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life with imf shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it while slicin our veins so mark it
From the fincas overseers, to them vultures playin markets
She aint got nothin but weapon and shawl
She is chol, tzoltzil, tojolobal, tzeltal
The tools are her tools, ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now thru a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below
We in with the wind below
She is the wind below
All the share holders are gonna flex and try to annex the truth
While the new trust gonna flex and cast their image in you
G.E. is gonna flex and try to annex the truth
Nbc is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And abc´s new thrill rides of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams of the south