Pueblo Elegido
Batallón de Castigo
Chosen People
Chosen people, cursed and damned
Centuries of nameless lies
Race of traitors, outcasts
Nomads that no one takes in
A tale that's running out, and it's time
Calculated pain with a price
Pity and business are one
Washes the conscience of the fool
It's worth the joke, it exists
People who won't buy the bullshit
Accounts that don't add up in gold
Blocks that don't count, in feed
Wax tears, shining
False as always, nothing new
Centuries of experience show
Something that's been around for a while
Chosen people for themselves and for him
Doesn't matter who, where, how, or why
I can't mention you without losing my freedom
And let your lackeys lock me up once more
But you know who I am and I know even more about you
Your power is ignorance, mine is the truth
