La Era Del Corregidor
Los Violadores
The Era of the Magistrate
Yesterday I stole a floppy disk
from the central computer.
One that talked about me
and how I misbehave.
But I wasn't so skillful, no...
because they caught me anyway.
Several men in black came for me
they made the final chase.
In these times,
after great splendor,
everything is dark,
they even covered the sun.
I must flee,
escape their control.
This is the era,
the era of the magistrate.
The era of the magistrate.
I am programmed,
calibrated for their mission.
They implant in your skull
a pressure pacemaker.
Repressive model XHRSZ1M2.
Now I must go to the anarchist therapist
to remove the evil they put in me.
There were many blows of repression
in this era, the era of the magistrate.
The new era has arrived,
this is the new era.
The era of the magistrate
