Por Colectora

You think you know what's within your reach
And it's not
It shows itself unfaithful
Waiting for its chance

If it looks good
From the ground, they start to sprout
If it looks bad
They get lost in the darkness

They claim to be
Those who come to save you
They want to bite
They fear you might escape

They will eat from your plate
Until they burst
Your veins
Will give them something to take

And you hurt more
The three meters to the fence
Than if there's more
Or less in the account than last month

Thinking you're a champion
The vultures seek the bait
I put the tribe
To see who the chief is

There they are
They want to win without working
That's how it goes
They keep looking for someone to screw

And you hurt more
The three meters to the fence
Than if there's more
Or less in the account than last month

Thinking you're a champion
The vultures seek the bait
I put the tribe
To see who the chief is

And you want to escape
From so much drool in your barbecue
He who is offended
Will be angry tomorrow

If you are honest and loyal
People will fall in love with you
If you knew what it is
You would come by collector road