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Back Down in México
03:03
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BACK DOWN IN MÉXICO
Hey, everyone, it’s time to let you know
I just quit the blindfold
And the entire world will see the shit around us
In this situation I will not shut up
Yeah, we live in México City (2012) surrounded by liars
And yes, this is my city burning from inside out
Based on a Failing System, they rob us all
The major is a lying bastard, let’s fuck him up!
People seems to have no rights
The police just fuck it all
You can’t protest, they will kick your ass
And if someone looks for answers, will never be found
They have the media throwing shit
It’s so sad that people wants to eat it
I walk the streets and all I see are filthy teams speaking shit on television
Stupid shows like a drunker vomit, people see them like heroes
“We are ruled by effete arseholes”
That’s is the pure fucking truth
They want to change it every moment
That has to be known by you
G E N O C I D A L S
Behind every jail in this country are innocent people paying for false felonies
Behind every government building is hidden a rats nest
The government is hiding their mistakes behind every/all the prison bars
Behind those doors and walls they’re planning how to fuck us all
While the true delinquents are ruling the whole country
People die of hunger and live the injustice; they live in the worst conditions
And if someone finds a way to solve their own situation at all
Government says: “Informal trade is encouraged if you buy”
Education is a joke for the government; it's directed by a man who can't read
That Imposed President is a murderer and he doesn’t give a fucking shit
The true revolutionaries are being kicked, but they all really resist
We are living in a fucking shitty place in here
Yes, we live in México City, The-Nothing-Ever-Happens place
And yes, I’m fucking pissed as hell
The true Revolution, listen, will finally rise
And those fucking assholes will fall too hard
Forbidden to steal, the government does not like competition
Fuck them, we’re living in the worst conditions…
We are living in the worst conditions!
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2. |
At the Stage Edge
02:49
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STAGE EDGE
I'm still partying like this was 2006
I'm still falling asleep as the hours pass by
I'm drunk as fuck and I can't even have myself straight
I guess I still feel young
You think I'm still fucked up
Drink by drink and joint by joint I will be thinking I'm still sober
While I puke on your shoes
While you hate me more
I know I'm good at what I do, but no one ever trusted me
And now I lay on the bright floor of this tiny little bathroom
And it smells like chlorine + shit
It smells like shit
It smells like you
I'm writing again drunken letters to you
Letters to the mirror
Drunken faces on the mirror
Well, I guess I still feel young
But you think I'm still fucked up
Drink by drink and joint by joint I will be thinking I'm still sober
While I puke on your shoes
While you hate me more
While you hate me, my love
(Hate me more, hate me, my love)
While you hate me, baby
(Hate me more, hate me, my love)
While you hate me, my love
I'll be partying like I had fucking 16
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AN INTERLUDE. TO SOMETHING.
I was young with incendiary thoughts but, I realised: “You have to calm. You have to see. You have to think. Then you can decide if you want to destroy or if you want to construct.”
Things don’t mean a thing in a hailstorm of bullets
Look at the fire-glows, this course is cursed
It is black, man, black water
Things don’t mean a thing but, I will evolve…
I will evolve…
I will evolve with a rebel yell
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4. |
Hardcore Gambler
00:19
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HARDCORE GAMBLER
Dad once told me: "If you're gonna fight, kill the mutherfucker. We will get you out off from the hole later."
I think dad has a mental problem, mom.
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5. |
Hold Your Horses
02:43
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HOLD YOUR HORSES
Yeah
Excuses, there’s always a bag full of ‘em
I mean, if you’re interested, you should not be late
Excuses, I’m tired of them
I am being missunderstood all of the time
If I say something, they always take it bad
If I say something, they will take it in a bad way
“I’m sick of everything!”
Show yourself that you want it
Wake up early and stop misbehaving
Sleep in lonely, start the craving
And one day you’ll see that it will be rewarded
Yeah
Excuses, save it for later
Or just throw ‘em far better
Excuses, they’re useful for nothing
So take a stand and don’t use it for something
Yeah
Excuses, save it for later
Or just throw ‘em far better
Excuses, they’re useful for nothing
So take a stand and don’t use it for something
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6. |
Regards
01:01
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REGARDS
(SPOKEN ENTRANCE)
We are so far away from ourselves that there’s no union.
We have lost the “wolf pack” alike feeling of taking care of each other
We are so difused and so diluded and so refused that we have lost the key to know where we come from
We’ve got too much buildings we can’t see the sky
We have lost our identity, we have lost who we are
We have lost the man kind
Talking to myself, again about those times I learnt…
I got REBORN, I am a new man
People think it’s weird but, I’ve always done that
I sing and talk to myself while I walk
Free from the ills of a modern man
(SCREAMED)
You got your manipulation, I got my voice
I left behind my sorrows, I forgot it all
You got the media, I got the walls
With my spray paint can on my hand
How can I be calmed with all these things constantly invading in my head?
I want to put my foot in their rear ends
It’s time to let you know I am a free man
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7. |
Shallow Dreams
00:54
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SHALLOW DREAMS
Ok, fair enough! When I need to think, I start to walk...
I'll meet my maker tonight aware that this is somewhat
This Capitano is under a Secret Assignment
Backed in Fuze: I’m in charge of The Ship right now
Backing in Angles: It depends in what angle you look at this
Rewinding your reminds to when we were kids, to when we were kids, to when we were kids!
(Now I have the answers of much more, but if I could back, I‘d do it)
Cause let’s be realistic: Poor kids. They’re dumb.
They are living inside a lie, they want to grow up
The Little Fuckers dream of growing up
They’re already in the best years and they don’t know
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8. |
Propagenda
03:01
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PROPAGENDA
Do you really wanna be part of that drop?
They only use us as political capital
We are just votes counting
We just mean names on a list to them
As the years has passed they had shown us what they really are
We live our lives without freedom, inmerse in misery and crumbs of what we should call our own
This whirlpool of filthy fuckers!
Shitting on us, lying on us
Raping us, destroying us
Robbing us
They say it all will change
But they're the face of the corporations that drown our planet, they're the ones who speak for the ones who drag us down
They fuck us all
They are the saturation of images of candidates that are just in because of the money and golden edges
They would blow your own brains if that'd gave 'em some coins
(In a world full of propaganda in needing of things that we don't)
In a political agenda that just put us down to make themselves rich and powerful with a lack of caring about the nature and our own species
And we are here thinking that nothing is happening
We taught ourselves:
How to be blind
How to be dumb
How to be deaf
(SPOKEN)
They had teach us how to give ourselves to this materialistic world and life and we just lost ourselves between posters of evil people with a maskerade of truth
We are anihilating ourselves
We are our own killer
We are saints and sinners
We are here, speaking this garbage, while these charades are happening right before our own faces
There's nothing constructing in return about these capitalistic games
But, most of all, and no matter the color, no matter your gender and no matter what you like, it is the time for the understanding of this:
WE ARE JUST NUMBERS
WE ARE JUST PLASTIC PRODUCTS
WE ARE JUST FUCKING NOTHING
TO THEM
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SOÑÉ CON EL FIN DEL MUNDO
I
Las oportunidades se acabaron cuando empezamos a ser muchos aquí
Cuando nunca hubo control ni esperanzas, mucho menos un fin
Crecimos (de tamaño y en proporción) simplemente para el mundo destruir
Nos quejamos de lo que construimos (basura sobre basura) aquí no hay már-tir
¿Control de natalidad pa’ los hermanxs animales?
¿Cuándo somos los que causan esos abruptos finales?
Nosotros evocamos todos esos males
Abre un libro y revisa, de la historia, los anales
Mira por la ventana y dime, ¿qué estás viendo?
Estamos de más, pero nadie quiere verlo
Una venda en los ojos pa’ sentirnos en “el cielo”
Puta ceguera autoinflingida, estamos en el infierno
II
Seguimos pensando que nada pasa
Cómodos y cobijados dentro de nuestras casas
Destruyéndolo todo sin intención de cambiar
Pero cuando viene la verdadera todos se echan para atrás
¿En qué mundo vivimos?
Hoy en día no nos importa
(Niños sin hogar) ¿Meritocracia? como me decepciona
No respetamos a las personas
Distinguimos todo por raza, color, sexo y zona
Predicas “unión”, pero solo para tus cuates
Eres, en verdad, una persona horripilante
Me importa una chingada si tienes o no tatuajes
No eres más que solo una basura decepcionante
Nos han amaestrado
Desde un estado
Fallido y sin solución
¿Las manos? al cielo, implorando perdón
En vida nada hacemos pa’ cambiar la situación
Inmersos en mentiras, ultrajes y porquería
Seguimos dormidos, día tras día
Perpetuando todo lo que hacen los de arriba, reproduciéndolo con nuestra misma cofradía
Actuando en sinónimo de cobardía
Creyendo que hacemos todo con valentía
Si algo más debemos decir - es que estamos de más aquí
Nuestra propia existencia ha hecho todo más difícil
Usamos contaminantes en lugar de usar la bici
Seguimos pensando que nada pasa
¿Nuestras mujeres? Ultrajadas en masa
Mientras, nos preocupan más las cosas materiales
Poniéndonos el pie, esperando la debacle
III
Cuando a alguien le va bien: tiramos mierda.
Cuando a alguien le va mal: hacemos fiesta.
¿En qué demonios nos hemos convertido?
¿Dónde quedaron ese tiempo en que todo era divertido?
Jamás existieron, importan más los protocolos
Que lo que destruye a las personas, que el mismo dolo
Estamos solos
Estando acompañados
Con personas que te matarían estando al lado
Teniendo la oportunidad, no te dan tregua
Debemos ayudar a la madre naturaleza
Vivimos predicando normas que nadie sigue
La doble moral es lo único que rige
Todos enalteciendo una enferma crucifixión
Cuando era el “AMOR” de lo que hablaba aquel cabrón
Seguimos religiones sin siquiera cuestionar
Sus mismos dirigentes te van a dar por atrás
Oh, sí, sé que he dado en el clavo
Escuchaste bien, hay basura para rato…
Mentalidad especista, racista, materialista, machista, hembrista, sectarista, narcisista…
Podría continuar y nunca acabaría esta lista
Lo que tengo que decir pa’ terminar esta canción:
Se habla de armonía y lo único que existe es la puta desunión
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