La Industria Del Poder

The power industry
And its fear machine
That exterminates people and dreams
Will not rest until it sees you
In mental misery

Turning the trivial
Into a germ that feeds you
While its owners
Feel their power
In the corrupt
In the name of freedom

That's why many live
Without knowing they are dying
And the silence of those who remain silent
Weighs more than a tombstone
On their minds

I know very well
That in the dark regions
Of our forgetfulness
Death and cruelty still sail
Like shadows of an age
That resists dying

I don't want to be
One more in this industry
A cog in a demented machine
That, by being useful
Wants to make me useless

I know very well
That in the dark regions
Of our forgetfulness
Death and cruelty still sail
Like shadows of an age
That resists dying

Resist dying
Resist dying