Hijo Pródigo

Ouch, ouch!
Ouch, ouch!

Daddy war mommy pop culture
The prodigal son awaited by globalization
There he goes with his opinion always ready to discuss the end of game of thrones

The pizza gets cold
And he doesn't know what to watch
Any company
Wears him out afterwards

Absent daddy, mommy doesn't stop
On Tuesdays he goes to therapy and when he comes out he says he's feeling somewhat better
Maybe you'll run into him, but be careful what you say because he's easily offended

And today he doesn't feel like thinking
But he'll do it anyway
While looking at the screen
Half here half there
He's nowhere

And he's all over the city
In the chat at the bar
In the university
In the popular shout and in your house

The machines will come
They will conquer us
But not with torture and violence
But with apathy and sadness

Ouch, ouch!

He's looking for a pop idol
That morally coincides and reaffirms his definition of self
I don't know if it's right
But if he doesn't like something, he'll be the first to throw a stone

The days go by
And he doesn't know what to do
He has plenty of experience
But he doesn't level up

Daddy war mommy pop culture
The prodigal son awaited by globalization
Here they come in droves
Each one has their own story but it's really the same song

The one that talks about a love that was lost one day
About life and death
And dissatisfaction
That doesn't fit anywhere

And it's all over the city
In the way you look
It's not that he wants to criticize
It's not that there's something better
But it's tiring

The machines will then leave
They will abandon us
They will get tired of us blaming them
For sorrows that have always been ours

Ouch, ouch!
Ouch, ouch!
Ouch, ouch!

Of globalization