Confusion in the nation
Collective forgetfulness too much distraction
You put on Che's shirt
But you don't really know why
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Boring worn out
This sounds like a description
But the fucking thing is a reaction
You pretend to have your opinion on politics
But your opinion is paralyzed
I don't I know what happens when I see you talk
I feel like I want to vomit
Son of a bitch, cold face
Your body looks like a canned sardine
Son of a bitch, cold face
Bitter, disoriented, rotten, domesticated
You are poisoned by your own confusion
Subjected to the regime of your false conviction
You look for the enemy where they tell you he is
And that It's the way they win
Power gives you a place to express yourself
Something they told you is called art
A big pool where you will enter like a moron
You will They ask you to express yourself and they leave you nullified
The shit became more sophisticated
And it mixed with the skin of my brothers
It no longer kills you but it makes you die
It is diluted and not You can distinguish it
It no longer kills you but it makes you die
It is diluted and you cannot fight it
Because it is not necessary to go to the cemetery
To be dead to to be dead
You don't need your wake
To have cold blood
You don't need to go to the cemetery
To be dead to be dead
They don't touch each other, they don't look at each other
br/>Those who are dead in life
And I am going to find you and I am going to detect you
So as not to let you penetrate
You are close and you want to contract me
Like an old man fucking his wife
Repeating an alienated cassette since childhood
Of your own circumstance and your own reality
Believing that there are subversive thoughts in your mind
That today established with the strength of the altar
You hate someone but you are confused
You hate your brother but not the enemy
You look for the enemy where they tell you he is
And that is the way they have to win
Your dignity is already broken
There are many years of our history
Collective olive tree missing
Your brain everything rotten
Shit became more sophisticated
And it mixed with the skin of my brothers
It no longer kills you but it makes you die
It is diluted and you cannot distinguish it
br/>It no longer kills you but it makes you die
It is diluted and you can't fight it
Because you don't need to go to the cemetery...