Bread and Circuses


The moon shines bright and A Crowd has gathered to hear the voice of a young, beautiful gypsy in a red garment. She weeps as her songs of pain and sorrow are heard by those she lives amongst.

the rulers of the deprived people played their games and oppressed them from their thrones of gold.

"Keep them fat and busy." the king said.

"Bread and circuses to the people! Oh, but... don't make them too fat."



Tyranny has oppressed billions of people through the ages. It has prevented progress and has stopped people from living long, fruitful lives for the sake of greed. Money and power have corrupted our governments in secretive backrooms for thousands of years, but in our modern world it can hide no longer. The masses have listened and the word is out: we are people, not sheep. We are dreamers and innovators, not slaves. We weep and pray, unify and rebel. This is our awakening - ushering a new age of enlightenment.

"Pan y circo" is a term used to describe an appeasement tactic, imposed on politically shallow audiences. It is a form of distraction to the real problem, like mainstream media today. If a populace is entertained and fed, they will not care to learn about the intricacies of the establishment. Such is the way of antiquated Roman emperors, and kings and queens.

With a gypsy, we see through the eyes of poverty in the most passionate and affectionate form of music: flamenco.






Chorus 1:


"In the Universe,

Mother Earth spins,
And crying she asks God,
To please heal her wounds."

Verse 1:


We the innocent,




Grind the scours of life,


the struggle to stay alive!


keep us buried deep

with their ponderous lies and deceit.


at its finest!

Keep us locked away

and blind to the truth.


Chorus 2:


"The fruit of ignorance,
Is what we have in front of us,
'Bread and circuses to the people,'
That's how it has always been."

Verse 2:


Sovereigns seize

our one right to live,

With corruption being

their only vanguard.

Us, the sheep of princes,

the brood of simplicity...

Bread and circuses

for the livestock of human kind!




"My dreams, like yours,
Have steel chains,
Wrapped to the ambitions.
Of those who don't have dreams."