Progreso

Nothing else fits in my head
I left the cards on the table
I withdrew slowly without making noise
It was nothing.... but it could have been
The infertile rhythm doesn't stop
This is a blind rhythm that is coming for us
Understand what I'm talking about
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
What is that progress
What is that progress
What is that progress
Tell it to someone else
They say the early bird catches the worm
But every morning here is dark
No matter how early you wake up, dawn doesn't come sooner
I prefer to arrive late but not in vain
You run somewhere without knowing where
You no longer call things by their name
Your technology is the precise lie
You don't understand if I talk to you about justice
What is that progress
What is that progress
What is that progress
Tell it to someone else
The so-called progress broke your skull
They make you part of the herd
I prefer to arrive late, I repeat it
When I look at their bodies and hear screams
Lying on the grass looking at the sky
With my turtle and my dirty hair
It's not death that kills, I know that well
What kills so much is progress
Tell it to someone else
So much death for a few bucks
That's a lie and not progress