PSICÓTICO

I'm falling into that old eternal sensation
Face to face with each of my curses
There are no options, I'm both sides in this war
Win or lose, there will always be repercussions

On each step there are different perceptions
How many times have you died?
Do you remember losing the gifts, melting away like candle wax?
It's plastic in the fire, who did you think you were?

Another turn, a new cosmic restart
With time, entropy always affects the harmonic
In this psychotic world, everyone wants to be someone else
Masks on faces, avoiding paying the cost of being seen naked

No money, no car, no house, no ass
No future, no past, just another slave
Of the designed system, nothing good, nothing bad
Everything is interconnected

Conceived for noise to keep us so isolated
That in a deserted mind we feel accompanied
Glued to a screen
Waiting for some medal that means nothing

To exhibit in the showcase of the ego that dominates us
And dictates our life, suicidal behavior
Palliative for a wound that will never heal
While consumption consumes our immortal spirit