Sucio Polvo Blanco
Metal Urbano
Dirty White Powder
Monday again, no desire to think,
And a certain feeling prevents you from seeing things.
Far from home, lying in some bar,
And all your friends have abandoned you
And you would like to escape, useless to try,
The claws of that vice have already trapped you.
So you can see, what is left to do,
The dirty white powder has already condemned you.
Friday again, and you still don't know
What's going on with your life, what has failed.
Useless to understand, you fell off the platform
And as everyone approaches, they see that you have vomited.
What happened, what broke you?
A year ago you were a young man like any other.
You wanted to go there, and now where are you?
You lost your identity, even your name and all because of the
Dirty white powder.
