Espectador-Ex-Espectador

I'm assuming life isn't how they taught us
I'm talking about an escape plan
When the night is discreet and keeps us company
To jump the map and cross the seas

The first line of surveillance is so close
They're tracking us, they're just around the corner
And with them come crosses, fire for bonfires
To burn the dreams we have left

But we will be the catechumens of the times
We will claim, in front of the factories of discontent

Look at them sitting there, they're giving us all their crap
See how it works and everyone’s happy
While some jump walls to touch the shore
Others drown in the deepest

Is this how the time we have left will be?
Is it because of me that I’m not understanding?

If you think this works, and everything's falling apart
I'm calm in my corner, where this all lands

Look at them, they're all calm
Look at them, they're all laughing