Entrevista Sin Salida

Sweat was dripping all over his face
Tied up by feet and hands, he was
That individual they had picked up
By orders of the one he never imagined

A tactical elite of hooded men
With weapons and skeletons all around
They immediately took him to a house
There they saddled him and interrogated him
Who do you work for, what were you planning
What is your role and what were you in charge of

The silent man didn't respond at all
But his behavior was still changing
Seeing the presence of the one who arrived
The terror in his face was reflected
But upon meeting the one they called
The waved one, a battle perfectionist
The decapitator, soul snatcher
The man knew what awaited him

The man filled the house with screams
The waved one slowly tortured
Cuts to the body and punches to the face
Blood was flowing and staining his face
Without remorse, he caused pain
To see if the individual cooperated

All those methods he used
Were enough for the guy to talk
He gave the names of those involved
All the plans they had in mind
His role was to locate those
Working with the Culiacan cartel

Is that all you're in charge of
The waved one calmly asked
With a broken voice, if he answered
Without hope of being released
A knife was the last thing he saw
And the face of the one who decapitated him