Ejercito de Salvación (karmagedon)

It seems like we’re just going along
with our heads down, not wanting to look
without a smile, just inert and full of aggression
And you’re not satisfied with this reality,
because you’re a sensational weirdo
who goes with hope on autopilot, just like that

And I feel the same,
I want to die living,
and not live dying.

Listen...
She found herself cleaning her home
while her brother just sat around doing nothing
It’s that the Argentine player is supported by mom and dad

And one day she gets tired of the family machismo,
looking for alternatives, wanting something more
than just raising kids, serving her husband, and sitting around waiting

And I feel the same,
I want to die living,
and not live dying.

How much longer do we have to wait to explode with frustration
fantasizing about a triumphant rescue from a salvation army
if it’s just you and me, it’s true

It’s that I feel the same,
I want to die living,
and not live dying.

It’s that I feel the same,
I want to die living,
and not live dying.

I can hear the voices that
are coming today from some corner
a muffled scream in frustration
maybe it’s our dead talking to us
marching like this, I feel them coming
I can hear their footsteps loud
an army once existed
of people who at least tried
and I hear more, it’s your own voice
and I also hear your voice
now hundreds, and thousands, a million
a salvation army
it’s useless now to want to shout,
our voices can’t be silenced
and they say now and always their familiar phrases
words repeated but never fulfilled
asking for peace, work, dignity
freedom, social justice
no more violence, unity
no more killing each other, never again!