La Rabia
Reincidentes
The Rage
Rage is the blood that boils to achieve
our dreams and aspirations
rage is the art, the fight for freedom
like a bonfire in the godless neighborhoods
rage is the face of the oppressed
it's a fruit of nonconformity.
If there's certainty that this has to blow up
rage is what's missing
it's needed
missing
it's needed.
Rage is sitting in front of the TV
feeling like someone’s hiding the truth from you
rage is the weapon of the forgotten
the instinct of the eternal loser
rage is the opposite of apathy and defeat
it's the door that shouldn't be closed.
Rage is courage and desperation
it's the change, the break, and solidarity
it has to explode
it has to explode
rage is what's missing
it's needed
missing
it's needed.
Rage seeps from the pores of your skin
there's no more junk, just the pull
rage for Maastricht, for recovery
the banks, the guns, and my pension
rage is wanting to break the boredom that coddles you
and that puts your heart's impulses to sleep.
It's almost always the source of my inspiration
rage is what's missing
it's needed
missing
it's needed.
If you think this has to blow up
it's definitely needed, the rage, the rage.
