Transe Hipnótico

The hypnotic clock in front of us
Makes us execute poorer than the Civil and the PM
Converts us into robots that annihilate their own people
To move seven billion annually
Our mutual hatred behind the revolver's dog
Only generates the title of the nation that buries the most young people
Only brings excellence in necromakeup
Reconstruction of the face perfect for the final tribute
The term narco-guerrilla covers the real reason
For a bullet in the cortex of equal purchasing power
We compact the containment of another mouth in a can
Because we continue without criteria from the top
Power to level 'A' while we were indoctrinated
To start skeletonization in the shack
Or we come out of the trance, it's toothpaste in the nostril
To live with the smell of our own carnage
Soon we will have to ask the pope for a new journey
So that a mega posthumous mass can be prayed
In memory of all fatal victims
Of the epidemic seizure of our neural networks
Don't open the box of 300-unit ammunition
To be another executioner of the communities
Think before aiming at the chest of a favela resident
If it's not better to hack the head of a deputy

While we are asleep by the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at the wake
While we are asleep by the hypnotic clock
We serve the necrophagous insects about 30 thousand bodies

It was supposed to be separated by acronym and fandom
Fearing the resident of the periphery
Ready to leave a signature with hot gunpowder
In who pronounces a different slang
Rival if I made an apology you were screwed
You would take a hail of bullets for inciting our conflicts
The enrolled fulfilling 100 of sentence
Would hear their dismemberment by phone call
And hey doctor why are you already crying
They haven't even used the axe the party is just beginning
I want to delete the 10 going to Calvary
Coming back 9 smiling and shooting up
Show that while we make a list of those who will die
The magnate gets another TV concession
If our weapons weren't for senseless fights
It was a coup against the murderous regime
Instead of celebrating Fidel's victory in Havana
We would have our Cuban Revolution
Stop believing in the lies told
Jesus wasn't blond with fair skin
Your rival isn't with an M16 and a beret
He's in Armani in an office decimating with a pen
Don't disfigure a fellow with a knife or rifles
Join the campaign don't make a rich person happy

While we are asleep by the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at the wake
While we are asleep by the hypnotic clock
We serve the necrophagous insects about 30 thousand bodies

The tattoos that reward those who killed police
Compete with names and faces of deceased people
Good afternoon how much does it cost to draw this portrait?
To honor my brother who was butchered
You messed up cutting through another hill
Didn't even have time to negotiate the return of the body
The favela has to be a quilombo, a life-saving port
Not a stage for destructive and separatist ignorance
We are the only country with refugees
Expelled by troops from the same dramatic scenario
We have to prune reciprocal rancor
Show the children the real enemy
We started fighting and filming on the cell phone
And we ended up studying the needy neighborhood we're going to attack
And we end up with declarations of presumed deaths
Of the unceremonious farewell remains
Human torches fertilize hard-to-reach places
Where more anger flourishes among viscera, insects
They knocked down my partner there will be payback
They go to the dam with 50 kilos of dumbbells on their backs
As long as we accept the hypnotist's 9 millimeters
We continue in the logistics of self-extermination
The return of the star and another hostage of violence
Bring back memories of family in the lilies of condolence.

While we are asleep by the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at the wake
While we are asleep by the hypnotic clock
We serve the necrophagous insects about 30 thousand bodies