Tumbas de Sal

Psychoactive drinks don’t pump enough
And aggressive dances don’t bring out the best in you
Who knows if it’s better this way?
Leave the palace to chance and luck
Just leave it!
If the feline claws insist on keeping you awake
Even a trip to the bathroom isn’t tempting
Who knows if it’s better this way?

Condemn half-truths to exile
Just condemn them!
The West is loaded with fear
It could be shaman magic
Dumber ideas have been seen
Among oceans of gold and tombs of salt

If the written words you can’t believe
It was a useless way to set a tone
Who knows if it’s better to give in?

Look at the state we’ve been left in
Just look at it!
The West is loaded with fear
It could be shaman magic
Dumber ideas have been seen
Among oceans of gold and tombs of salt