Carne Fresca
No Relax
Fresh Meat
Advertising, calendar ideal
Printed in the retina
It's just meat for the entrepreneur
Reveling in ambiguity
The parade of sick panthers has already begun.
They adulterate our image, exhibit us without respect,
A perfect body for the brainless perfume of the objectified woman
Society's paranoias
Tempting and exciting, suggestive only for a diamond.
I'm not a girl you can use
Nor am I a doll
You will never be able to tame me, you can't use me!
I have a clingy boss who thinks he's very funny
Thinks we are objects
And talks about us as trophies
I can't take it anymore,
I can't control my knee but the pig left me no way out.
They sell you a mirage, look in the mirror
Fresh meat in buying and selling, subliminal sex
Parading the exuberance,
Like a tragicomedy market credential,
Pathetic morality!
