El Lobo Se Espanta

Who can laugh at pain
when facing it.
Who can argue reason
with hands tied.
Tell me who, tell me who, tell me who, tell me who
will play the game
the bets are already made,
death on the table
life has been played.

The idiotic people
feel safe
diseased brains
in very healthy bodies.

You offer me money
that is worthless
the sheep that cries
and the wolf gets scared.
I know you want to deceive me
and that's enough
in your mouth there are only lies
and in the city there is blood.

Why, why, why, why
everything for a crust
I've looked at my skeleton
I know I'm not perfect
and that helps me a lot.