Postura

From the posture of one who talks too much and belittles,
A volcano erupts every now and then in me
As a form of protest, it bothers you that I think this way
Radiating propaganda against identity
For the trap, a plan B, You don't want to be like that
For money, the monkey dances, and you have no swing
And the fear they instill in you to live
Seems to have no turning back
And your grain of sand never covers the sea
They're baiting you, smiling with cruel madness
They want to see you in the gutter
That a book leaves you with nothing but a crazy party
And you bite at full speed
And the worst part is that you don't realize it!!!

Let's propose not to break this chain
Being firm when dealing with conscience
Betraying a people calls for feeling sorry
Because I believe, and I'm not exaggerating, that's madness
The honest man turns a blind eye
Must be the bug of bad luck
A crazy world if there ever was one, not even those from the 'borda'
Do the things that more than one priest does
Even in heaven, there must be some injustice
I tell myself and I know I play badly
But the heel of so much routine doesn't help either
I can't fight against your evil
And even though I know the dark side will win
Save who you're going to fight against
More than once, you'll dream of me!!!