Deja de robar

While I burn the leaves of my incarnation.
I am happy not to be part of your glamorous game.

Don't deceive with your habit of talking for the sake of talking.
I know you intend to make a trend out of our feelings.

Stop stealing,
earn your bread.
Or is there nothing else
you can do.

Metal has its history and so does wood.
But the plastic you wear is evidence that you don't exist.

In the cement of the rats, you won't find me.
I am burning fuel on deserted roads.

Because of your falsehood
I won't stop.
You won't catch up to me,
with your stupidity.

You are a servant of those who destroy the sky.
The emptiness is in you.

Yours got tangled up, that's why they are not
still fighting for the metal.
For the metal.

Stop stealing,
earn your bread.
Or is there nothing else
you can do.

Stop stealing,
earn your bread.