M.L.C.A.E.

Hear well the devil's talk on your way
Read between the lines and know your enemy
It is everywhere that controls your destiny
That same son of a bitch who applauded the murderer
Bloody hands you can feel it
They want forgiveness but they don't want to ask for it
Guilt in the dark conscience face
The same cowards who loved the cowardly dictatorship like a military man
Who only learned to count up to 4 invokes the homeland to justify
The thousands of dead that they do not want to bear
This is the country you wanted
Murderers walking among the people day after day
Corrupt, silent, macabre justice
Guilty as the pig that talks to you about change
You will never stand up again

With eyes closed
With eyes closed
With eyes closed
With eyes closed

Torture, punish, murder
Verbs you learned to conjugate
In the murderous government that bought the dignity of worms as cardinal
Longeira and Bombal talk about peace, they talk about God, they talk about everything
They write to erase with their elbow
They are the same assholes who want you ignorant
Silent, deceived, slobbering, unthinking
They have mercury, they have channel 13
They have an army of imbeciles conspired
They cover your eyes, they erase your soul, they put you to sleep already drunk in your bed
Asbun, the owners of the brothel cite
So you can fall asleep so you don't bark, long live Monday
Long live change and damn it!

You will never stand up with your eyes closed
You will never stand up with your eyes closed
You will never stand up with your eyes closed
You will never stand up with your eyes closed
You will never stand up with your eyes closed
You will never stand up with your eyes closed

Makiza, pray eye for eye our lyrical fighting front
I hate your intolerant attitude, your lack of patience, you pay pesos, you buy idiots, it doesn't weigh on your conscience
Mega metropolis built by the magic of the national currency
I only feel anger at humanity exploding, boom
Science goes beyond common sense to open more machines moving and more minds sleeping
Living in a mundane world
Dying is the fury, the anger, and I sing to deaf ears
Fat unemployed people with their fat pollute
They laugh ha ha ha, I laugh, I grab a slingshot and I make them shit
Against the sky he wanted to oppress the bullet masses, they made so many souls disappear
But there are still worms in the apple, called labern called asbun
I could name more but this is disgusting
They splash when I avoid that political cesspool, apathy is not mine, my utopia
My only way is anarchy, but to the owners of the media
You don't like my dreams so the middle finger to them (fuck you)
So the middle finger to them