Hijos Del Mal

Thoughts belong to men
Those can never be taken away from us
Don't separate us by colors anymore
The only thing that sets us apart is the metal
Broadcasting to the world, the sons of evil

Prices rise, quotas fall
Human beings start to freeze
We are their dinner, of the idiots
To them we are only sons of evil
We keep broadcasting from the same place

A new day begins in humanity
They say in the news that something exploded in Iraq
After breakfast, I open the internet
And that's how they entertain us, until coffee time

We eat something at work, a little before three
We work overtime because we have to make ends meet
And we won't leave anything for our children's children
The pride of the fight, we are the sons of evil

Prisoners of prudence, of apathy
Consumerism and Prozac
We agonize against the ropes
While in the background the last waltz is already playing
Broadcasting to the world, the sons of evil

Men and women go out to dinner
The lights are already on, drawing the city
And here comes the current conflict of the human being
Who has to choose between The Voice or Big Brother

We squeeze our eyes tightly to not see what's there
While we dance like idiots to the rhythm of Gangnam Style
We go to bed and the gray pajamas of disregard
Prepare us for a new, new day in paradise

And while the sons of evil fight
With sweat, against the cold
Against hunger, with bread
Those who proclaim themselves as gods on earth
Are already looking for new planets to inhabit

The lords of war travel
And new pandemics arrive to finance
Their imminent journey to the stars
Their message in a bottle, their particular exodus

They won't look back
We are sons of evil
They won't look back
We are sons of evil