En la silla eléctrica

Why wait for a sign?
Why cry in silence
or live on your knees?
Locked up like rats
working between cracks
you only hear harsh words.

You are a criminal
hunted by the police
you pound the asphalt furiously
to erase the nightmare
stop this race now
as hell approaches
I carry a torch in my hand
because the night is always cold.

Hurry, hurry
if you want to crush me now
hurry, hurry
prepare the electric chair.

It's been a long time
since the game began
we are cannon fodder
in a lost cause.

With your street fights
the columns have trembled
the old stone castle
is losing its madness.

Hurry, hurry
if you want to crush me now
hurry, hurry
prepare the electric chair.

If the chains bother you
break them and stand up
fight to not be a slave
and don't ask why.