Maquinacion

Today we decided to reclaim
some of our identity,
rest on the road
your boring modernity.

From the walls, we hear again,
the echoes of a dark machination;
we want to stay different,
we want to stir up instincts of dissatisfaction.

Today we decided it’s time
to start being,
it suddenly dies the obsession
to pretend.

From the walls, we hear again,
the echoes of a dark machination;
we want to stay different,
we want to stir up instincts of dissatisfaction.

Today we decided the fall
of your falsehood,
your human code is now outdated
and out of touch.

From the walls, we hear again,
the echoes of a dark machination;
we want to stay different,
we want to stir up instincts of dissatisfaction.