Volves

Wolves, the evening has already fallen
Actually, the night has already come
Today they didn't pay you and they promised you again
That tomorrow and maybe

The neighborhood is watching TV
And you are so distracted
Untamable like a young horse
That refuses to resign its illusion

Because it's the music you listen to that reflects in its lyrics
Rebellions blowing in your soul, and the rejection of so much oppression
Because there will always be something in you that always reveals itself
And lifts your being, distancing you from the ground and its pain

Misjudged by the police
Who are programmed to suspect
And by the people who thought they were high-class
And don't realize they're going through the same as you

Working far away
For a few coins
And enduring the anger, which is the nausea
That makes your heart vomit

Because it's the music

You will always be a minority among the crowd that thinks differently
Cursed and at the same time proud of being who you are