Plan Perfecto

I don't understand the world or how it's interpreted
The nauseating air of this masquerade
If happiness supposedly has a recipe, I don't know anyone who can make it complete
If we all come from and share the same matter
Why do we divide wealth and misery?
Why give nicknames to the gods of the media?
Death takes us all, it doesn't understand middle classes
Mom doesn't look for her kids at school
Alcohol looks for her with a bottle, she doesn't feel poor
When it rains, she always throws herself under the oak
But if the red blood doesn't blame the noble
The scale doesn't reach to weigh the mist
Hope remains in a trance until the smoke clears
They call it progress in this world of consumption
But no one cures cancer in the 21st century
And I don't know if I should trust your god or your science
Neither of them reveals my existence
They call us humans, children of intelligence
The only ones who speak but use violence
The broken soul like a child who hurts working
For the boots others will see on TV
And this society teaches you to win papers
But no one shows them how to love those you care about
Where are the dreams, illusions, and projects?
The TVs tell you what's right
Welcome to the short life of an imperfect world
Where the inside matters much less than appearance
Dying young, living old
No more kids flying kites, they all grew up early
No one understands this poet, I don't understand the human being
Change me to another planet, I must be a Martian
Tell me this isn't a real world
Take me back to my spaceship
In this one, I'm antisocial
Just an insect
Government wants a new world order
The fools have the capital
They'll make you feel like a criminal, it's their perfect plan
Germany studies history to avoid repeating it
And in Spain, people pretend there was no Francoism
Someone tell Cospedal or the head of urban planning
That if they leave, it's because of hunger, not for tourism
The problem here is that no one questions
A change in the system if it doesn't work
Animal abuse, a moral portrait of mistreatment
And the final fact, humanity doesn't evolve
The leaders' association wants more puppets
So that by the end of the month, you're stressed and without food
And they won't be bothered to reject the puppet
Who often appears on TV without revealing their interest
What surrounds us is just pure staging, twisting ideas
So the people fit them and believe them
And don't see the bandage behind
And the message won't be understood if it's transformed into language
External mobility is called immigration
Salary restructuring means wage cuts
Crisis, recession, not deceleration
And dead due to invasion, collateral damage
Songs like these are called demagogy
By the same ones who detest them, selling garbage
Silencing the protests of a massive population
Who can't stand the VAT because life isn't negotiable
You'll have to study English, know French or German
And if you're lucky, you're a cashier selling bread
So that later a president needs a translator
And they tell us 'relaxing cup in Plaza Mayor'
Don't promise to lend a hand
Here, prophets are Vatican sects
I don't want American dream goals
Change me to another planet, I must be a Martian
Tell me this isn't a real world
Take me back to my spaceship
In this one, I'm antisocial
Just an insect
Government wants a new world order
The fools have the capital
They'll make you feel like a criminal, it's a perfect plan