Pandemónium

There are people who don't seek something logical, like, for example, money
They can't be bought or intimidated
Nor can they be reasoned with or negotiated with
Some people just want to watch the world burn

I despise this world and want to see it burn
Armed in the van like Raúl and Fidel
Cults, sacrifices, collateral damage
Newborns, spinal cords

The New World Order, global pandemics
State of emergency, quarantine, military
Automaton people walk with muzzles
I take out the trash three times to step on the street

They know if you're sad or happy
According to the songs you play on Spotify
Today they sell you the tissue, tomorrow confetti
The faces on the metro are as cold as the Yeti

I'm running late, goodbye forever
Carpenters are carving our tomb
With each hammer blow, my head rings
Four nails and your party's over

Kleptomaniac politicians go unpunished
Poets and playwrights go to jail
I weigh the situation, culture of fear
While I look for a bottle for that tissue

Bam, welcome to this pandemonium
House party, Santa Teresa and Valium
Take care of each other, life is so bad
The enemy is up there and has no face

In a flat in Barcelona I write and get high
7 billion people and just me
Social dining rooms are full
The middle class starts to smell like a ghetto

Restlessness, hopelessness
10% will fill their bellies
Restlessness, hopelessness
90% will seek revenge

This is war and yours are mine
This is war and I want to see the people united
This is war and yours are mine
Yours are mine, yours are

This is war and yours are mine
This is war, I want to see the people united
This is war and yours are mine
Yours are mine, yours are

You and your little friends better get ready to copy the storm
Because when it arrives, everyone will wonder
How could they believe they could live with so much and leave so little for others?