Confusión

Confusion in the nation
Collective forgetfulness too much distraction
You put on the Che Guevara t-shirt
But you really don't know why
Continuous opinions
Boring, worn out
This sounds like a description
But damn it, it's a reaction
You act like you have political opinions
But your opinion is paralyzed
I don't know what happens when I see you talk
I feel like I'm going to vomit
Constipated face motherf*cker
Your body looks like canned sardines
Constipated face motherf*cker
Bitter disoriented rotten domesticated
You're poisoned by your own confusion
Subjected to the regime of your false belief
You look for the enemy where they tell you it is
And that's how they win
Power gives you a place to express yourself
Something they told you is called art
A big pool where you'll enter like an idiot
They ask you to express yourself and leave you annulled
Sh*t has become sophisticated
And mixed with the skin of my brothers
It no longer kills you but makes you die
It's diluted and you can't distinguish it
It no longer kills you but makes you die
It's diluted and you can't fight it
Because you don't need to go to the cemetery
To be dead, 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, they don't look
Those who are dead in life
And I will find you and I will detect you
To not let you penetrate
You're close and you want to contract me
Like an old f*ggot to his wife
Repeating since childhood a brainwashed cassette
Of your own circumstance and your own reality
Believing that in your mind there are subversive thoughts
That today are established with the force of the altar
You hate someone but you're confused
You hate your brother but not the enemy
You look for the enemy where they tell you it is
And that's how they win
Your dignity is already decomposed
Many years of history, ours
Disappeared collective forgetfulness
Your brain all rotten
Sh*t has become sophisticated
And mixed with the skin of my brothers
It no longer kills you but makes you die
It's diluted and you can't distinguish it
It no longer kills you but makes you die
It's diluted and you can't fight it
Because you don't need to go to the cemetery...