Sin Ver Ni Oír

Turns out I'm not blind, I know where I come from and where I'm going.
I know I'm not talking to the walls, even though it might seem like they understand me the most sometimes.
And to those who pay attention for a piece of bread, I come offering a dozen and I don't know where they are.
Surely thinking about the most subliminal means, the one that left you falsely meditating.
And you say you listen to me, and you don't listen to me. If you listened to me, your struggle would begin.
And you say you see, and all you see is how your salary disappears at the end of the month.

Your face doesn't seem to reflect understanding, excuse me but that's what I feel, talking to you about what's happening, there's something I don't understand.
We're supposed to have been created with discernment, to separate the false from the true, and discard what's harming you.

CHORUS:

What did they do to you that you ended up like this.
Without fighting for yourself, unable to see or hear.
Tell me who did this to you, tell me who left you like this.
So far from me, unwilling to see or hear.

Turns out they sold you a lie, you didn't realize and bought into the story.
I'm not talking about movies, nothing fictional, and even though my basic vision sounds ridiculous.
It's the notion of seeing beyond television, taking action for liberation.
But there's so much distance between us, that for your face to shine you'd have to drink a couple of liters.
If humans are life, why does their evolution reflect self-destruction.
They're constantly seeking a way out and not finding it, seeing a closed door that's actually open, listen to me.
There's something missing in your eyes, something in the window that reflects your soul.
Something in you has been extinguished, something that gives you the power to be what they never achieved, something they repressed.

REPEAT CHORUS