M.L.C.A.E.

Listen well to the devil's talk on your path
Read between the lines and know your enemy
It's everywhere, controlling your destiny
The same son of a bitch who applauded the killer
Hands with blood, you can feel it
They want forgiveness but don't want to ask for it
Guilt on their faces, dark conscience
The same cowards who loved the dictatorship
Coward like a soldier
Who only learned to count up to 4
Invoke the homeland to justify
The thousands of dead they don't want to carry
This is the country you wanted
Murderers walking among the people day by day
Corrupt, silent, macabre justice
Guilty like the pig that speaks to you in exchange
You will never stand up

With eyes closed (x4)...

Torture, punish, kill
Verbs you learned to conjugate
In the golden demon killer who bought the dignity of worms like cardinal,
Longeira and Bombal
They talk about peace, they talk about God, they talk about everything
They write to erase with the elbow
They are the same bastards who want you ignorant
Silent, deceived, drooling, thoughtless
They have the mercury, they have channel 13
They have conspired an army of idiots
They cover your eyes, erase your soul, put you to sleep and to Boloco in your bed
Bentran, Asbun, Morande the owners of the brothel cite
So you fall asleep so you don't bark
Long live Monday,
long live change and fuck their mother!

You will never stand up, with eyes closed (x6)

Makiza, Rekiem eye for an eye our lyrical combatant front...
I hate your intolerant attitude, little patience
You pay pesos, buy idiots, it doesn't weigh on your conscience
mega metropolis built by the magic of the homeland coin
I only feel rage, it's humanity that will explode, BOOM!
Science goes beyond common sense, more machines moving and more minds sleeping
Living in a mundane world
Dying is the fury, the anger, and I sing to deaf ears, look
Fat people standing with their greasy arrogance contaminate
They laugh ha, ha, ha, I laugh, I grab a sling and make them shit
Against the sky, he wanted to oppress the masses, bullets made so many souls disappear
But oh worms in the apple still, called Labern called Asbun
I could name more but this is disgusting
They splash when I avoid that political septic pit, it's not my apathy, my utopia
My only way is anarchy but to the owners of the media
They don't like my dreams so the middle finger to them (fuck you) (x2)
So the middle finger to them!!!