| Song | Ostracon |
| Artist | Balboa |
| Album | Manifeste Cannibale |
| How can you kill something that was never alive? Even when its so much a part of ourselves We're the fuel for its engine We're the soil for its roots So take my hand We'll emerge from the depths And onto the streets All our pieces All our fragments Push us out Move us around We're still here You can't excavate the shards of this struggle Or keep us from our peace We live in the shadows We live in the fumes |