Feos y Orgullosos

Stereotypes we see through different means
The game is for you to try to look like them
We see beautiful bodies according to a company's criteria
That want that idea to be stuck in your head
A summer without a shirt will be your goal
Saving coins for a new sports car
We witness how they sell us illusions
Worried about the physical, not about convictions
You see success in makeup, dressing in a suit
Being submissive and obedient always in front of the boss
Hours you'll spend looking at your reflection in the mirror
Erasing the sores that work has left you
Tear the clothes that impose order and send to hell
The boss with a strong, thick green spit
Be only you, not that advertisement
Question life, please, few are saved
We are ugly, we didn't have model bodies
We are tall and short, we are fat and skinny
We dress at the fair, no brand represents us
No value those clothes have, why go into debt?
No prototypes, they're for guys who think they're rich kids
Do they know what it's like to be fashionable? That was never being pretty
You want to look posh and if you don't, they cry
Then they get fat eating burgers at McDonald's
You can be pretty and have little brain
You can be horrible having a credit card
But beauty can't be bought
It's not seen at first sight, it's not extravagant clothes
Capitalism sells you the image
They put a price on you so they can spend it
In the bulimia society
They eat out of pure anxiety until they explode, then they vomit
No matter what you wear, and no matter what you eat
You can't be original drowning in trends
Look at the thirst with which they devour, the image they offer you
That army of monkeys that simply obey
Confused children with desires that drive them crazy, the evils that stress you
So many rules that deform your true self
What barriers under the rug are imposing nonsense
And masks that dull
See how prejudices that feed flourish
Hairstyles and disguises of a shitty generation
That more than in their experience, they'll believe what they're told
When choosing the job where they'll be crushed
But don't get irritated that the masses only imitate
And limit their opinion to what the gossip repeats
We don't leave as guilty even though some don't admit it
If there are packaged boobs, just let them excite you
Disguise yourself as a punk or a rapper
So no one doubts that you're street
Produce yourself, show off, find your model
Now even hippies buy clothes from the empire
Hang yourself with the tie, wear heels and destroy your feet
Style your hair with hairspray, buy perfumes like an idiot, spend money
Buy beauty, operate your face, we'll keep being rats
And they instill beauty prototypes
To be presentable for the company's taste
Women very thin with shaved vaginas
As if they were richer, partying with makeup
The bourgeoisie and their private clinics
Girls getting boobs as an allowance
And it's the Western beauty standard
That gets into our minds as a cultural norm
And the market is the biggest beneficiary
Expensive clothes made by exploited children
The poor bourgeois buying brand clothes
Subdued by fashion and the patriarchal system
Breaking the aesthetic mold of morality
I'd rather look bad than be a system's puppet
Not caring about being pretty
Walking smoking weed
And if I act like crap
It's to break stereotypes
You must be successful, the juiciest pig
Traveling through the Caribbean on a cruise is amazing
Leper, they'll look at you like a Martian
The smelliest shit circulating the swamp
You must pierce your anus, paint your lips
The rich girls from Las Condes already dig the mohawk
Anarcho-Christian, pacifist neo-Nazi
Hand in hand they'll pose for the magazine
While the cows eat the planet
For buying that free-range chicken, get breast implants
You should be an athlete, what happened to the diet?
The internet made a million pimps unemployed
Prototypes straight to the trash
Fashion and TV keep you on a leash
Authentic of free thought
Cultivate your attitude, stay uncorrupted
Stereotypes of the absurd are born every second
In this world, Buddhas were born dieting
Obsessed with balancing the made-up weight
Excessively disguised, the shop windows ask you
What's your price, dude, commerce already found the cheese in you
To waste effort, pretending in front of others
Beings to perfection, but our existence is already a defect
Look at your reflection in the mirror, accept all your complexes
They indoctrinate you from bureaucracy, family, and school
Egocentric, arrogant, worried about the synthetic aesthetic
While consumerism consumes you completely, you're sick
Swimming in your drool, feeding your alter ego
Covered in bishop flies, be an accessory of the system
And stay awake in your story
Disguise yourself as a punk or a rapper
So no one doubts that you're street
Produce yourself, show off, find your model
Now even hippies buy clothes from the empire
Hang yourself with the tie, wear heels and destroy your feet
Style your hair with hairspray, buy perfumes like an idiot, spend money
Buy beauty, operate your face, we'll keep being rats