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
To be seen in martyrdom
Flag of heroism
Their lives are devoted
To eroticism

Without knowledge
But they are dressed
For the moment
Their faces shine with beauty
But of those faces
Only garbage comes out
Living is playing
Everything is fun
Porcelain addiction

Then the delirium
To be seen in martyrdom
Flag of heroism
Their lives are devoted
To eroticism

Then the delirium
To be seen in martyrdom
Flag of heroism
Their lives are devoted
Their lives are devoted
To eroticism