Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' hey own apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand masterless

Tha masked ones cap one nafta commin; with tha new disaster
And yes wi in wit tha wind an tha plan de ayala kin
Are commin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, 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 wit the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit imf shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while silicin' our veins so mark it
From tha fincas, overseers, to them vultures payin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl

She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal,
The tools are her tools, Ejidos and Ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel
she breathes
She is the wind below
We in wit the wind below
She is the wind below

All the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust gonna flex, and cast therir image on you
G.E is gonna flex and annex the truth
NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Disney brought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC'S new thrill rides trails 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 in the south