De Un Mañana Bajo Tierra

An extremist obsession
hammers my conscience.
Showing me that time
does not last longer than eternity.

I write in song my vision
of an underground tomorrow.
Where we can live free
from satellite control.

I want the word to spread
without suspicion or delay.
Let's set a date and time,
the foothills are the place.

I imagine my death
operating an excavator.
Opening the grave
where my future ones will live.

I know the owners of the dream will oppose.
Who do their will on earth as it is in heaven.

I want the word to spread
without suspicion or delay.
Let's set a date and time,
the foothills are the place.

I imagine my death
operating an excavator.
Opening the grave
where my future ones will live.

Freedom!!! Freedom!!! Freedom!!!