Decadencia

This decadence that weighs you down to your feet,
the path is so blurry and you already see the future,
the nights are bitter,
strange ways of attacking souls,
the world is upside down.

The children are mutants so free and crazy,
they pierce their bodies, paint their skin,
men speaking who know the truth,
ideas lost in time and humidity.

And I keep walking amidst so much decadence,
with calmness in these times of violence,
so much garbage and pollution,
among so many police and discrimination.

All media,
sing and sing the same song,
talking every day about violence,
about wars and deaths of so much decadence.

Mass suicides, declining economies,
dissatisfied with sex, passions,
disposal, audio systems,
virtual reality, you have no way out,
that's all there is.

The soul dries up and the man who sins,
this chaos traps me, absorbs me,
kills me, sucks me, inhales me,
the tear that escapes,
in the bleeding night...

The music is violent, the melody strange,
everything is excess that raises the skin.

Epidemic of tattoos and earrings,
everyone prefers violence because no one knows how to love,
the people stay silent and let themselves be robbed,
so many thieves who steal and leave,
Mexican brothers down south,
cover their faces and uncover the truth,
setting an example so you know
that only by fighting can they hear you...
and respect you.

You wait for the UFO to satisfy your desires,
the being that helps you know the truth,
while injecting substances into your body,
to make you escape from reality.

And I keep walking amidst so much repression,
looking in my mind for a good solution,
wetbacks leaving their homes due to lack of money
and imagination;
I keep walking and they keep stealing,
and they keep raping and they keep killing,
and so much violence, I'm getting desperate,
so much decadence that the ground is floating.

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