Politicamente Correcto

You are the hope
Shot in broad daylight
The salary that never reaches
Death on any corner

You are the indelible delay
That the future holds for us
The ruin of the foundations
Of a thought that was never there

With cynical tricks
They will say what they have always said
But they will be exposed to the elements
For refusing to be shelter

You are the pain
Politically correct
Punishment that makes us live
That they distribute showing their teeth

The base infiltrates the town
The gendarmerie helps
It is sown in the brains
To harvest garbage

They will say that young death
Will have to be the remedy
But they will deny the world
That you are the sick ones

And in their quest to eternalize
By imagining themselves eternal
They will sell us nightmares
Disguised as dreams

You are the pain
Made of facts that lie to us in phrases
Punishment that makes us live
That they distribute showing their teeth

You are the pain
Politically correct
Punishment that makes us live
That they distribute showing their teeth