Guante Blanco

A party for ambidextrous folks is the vibe
Everyone's fighting for a piece of the pie
And when peace comes back around
There's one more little surprise

Lots of guests, but not us
While they pit us against each other for fun
Now we can't even react
Then they toss us in the sea

Hell, you're going to hell, you're going to hell
The alarms are ringing, it smells like corruption
What makes you think you're better than me?
It's not so easy to escape, someone’s gonna make you pay
Tomorrow, maybe the day after
But fate's gonna make you pay back with fury and with spite