Behind the shield of some media,
A fictitious journalist
He feeds his vice of pure detractor
With all his delusion of omnipotence
And without hesitation, he seeks some way
Inject your poison into the information
Wretched being,
You can no longer see
That today I am still standing
I will no longer listen to all your idiocy
And no I will stop under their feet
They carry on their backs the heavy burden
Of some accusation
Filling spaces with their inventions
And their mediocrity
Tending people in the dirty networks
Of confusion
But on the road, you will not see me defeated,
Because next to me are you.
Wretched being,
You can no longer see
That today I am still standing
I will no longer listen to all their idiocy
And I will not stop under their feet
Wretched being,
You can no longer see
That Today I am still standing
I will no longer listen to all their idiocy
And I will not stop under their feet