Gente de Juguete

The cynicism of this egocentrism
Doors and arms open
For the beauty of their bodies
Just for the morbid
They have become blind and deaf
For not wanting to take a sip of life

And upon return
Without oxygen
Plastic lovers
Then the delirium
So they see you in martyrdom
Flag of heroism
Their devoted lives
To eroticism

Without knowledge
But they are dressed
For the moment
Their faces shine with beauty
But from those faces
Only garbage comes out
To live is to play
Everything is fun
Porcelain addiction

Then in the delirium
So they see you in martyrdom
Flag of heroism
Their devoted lives
To eroticism

Then in the delirium
So they see themselves in martyrdom
Flag of heroism
Their devoted lives
Their devoted lives
To eroticism