Transe Hipnótico

The hypnotic clock in front of us
It makes us execute poorer people than the Civil and Military Police
Turns us into robots that annihilate our own people
For death to move 7 billion annually
Our mutual hatred behind the revolver's hammer
It only generates the title of nation that buries the most young people
Only brings standards of excellence in necromakeup
Perfect facial reconstruction for the last tribute
The term narco-guerrilla hides the real motive
For a bullet in the cortex of equal purchasing power
We compact the containment of another mouth in a can
Because we follow instructions from the top without criteria
Power to level A, while we were indoctrinated
Starting skeletonization in the shack
Either we come out of the trance or it's toothpaste in the nostril
To live with the smell of one's own carnage
Soon, we will have to ask the Pope for a new journey
So that a mega posthumous mass can be said
In memory of all the fatal victims
From the epidemic hijacking of our neural networks
Do not open the 300-unit ammo box
To be another executioner of the communities
Think before aiming at a favela dweller's chest
If it is not better to chop off a deputy's head

While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at funerals
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
We serve the scavenger insects about 30 thousand bodies
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at funerals
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
We serve the scavenger insects about 30 thousand bodies

We weren't supposed to be separated into acronyms and fans
Fearing the resident of the outskirts
Ready to leave a signature, with hot gunpowder
In which a different slang is pronounced
Rival, if I made an apology, you would be screwed
I was going to get hailstormed for inciting our conflicts
Those enrolled serving 100 years of sentence
They were going to hear your boning over the phone
So doctor, why are you crying already?
They haven't even used the axe yet, the party is just beginning!
I want to delete the 10 going to Calvary
And coming back 9 smiling and shooting up high
Show that, while we make a list of those who are going to die
Tycoon wins another TV concession
If our weapons weren't for meaningless fighting
It was a coup d'état against a murderous regime
Instead of celebrating Fidel's victory in Havana
We would have our Cuban Revolution
Stop believing the lies you've been told
Jesus was not blond and fair-skinned
Your rival doesn't have an M16 and a bomb
He's in an office wearing Armani, decimating with a pen
Do not disfigure a fellow human being with a bladed weapon or rifle
Join the campaign: Don't Make a Rich Man Happy

While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at funerals
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
We serve the scavenger insects about 30 thousand bodies
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at funerals
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
We serve the scavenger insects about 30 thousand bodies

The tattoos that reward those who killed police officers
They dispute with names and physiognomies of deceased people
Good afternoon, how much does it cost to draw this portrait?
To honor my brother who was killed
He hesitated and took a shortcut through another hill
It wasn't even possible to negotiate the return of the body
Favela must 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 picture
We have to prune mutual resentment
Show children the real enemy
We started fighting and filming on our cell phones
And we ended up studying the poor neighborhood that we are going to attack
And we end up with declarations of presumed deaths
Of the bones without farewell ceremonies
Human torches fertilize hard-to-reach places
Where more anger flourishes between viscera and insects
They took down my partner, there will be a comeback!
They go to the dam with 50 kilos of dumbbells on their backs
As long as we accept the hypnologist's 9mm
We continue with the logistics of self-extermination
The return of acid in another hostage of violence
It's the phrase 'missing family' on condolence lilies

While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at funerals
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
We serve the scavenger insects about 30 thousand bodies
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
The stupidity of mutual hatred is proven at funerals
While we are asleep to the hypnotic clock
We serve the scavenger insects about 30 thousand bodies