Aquí No Pasa Nada

We were all made of paper
Smooth and white
Unfolded

And we were made to walk
Wide open
Without complaining

Long ago they told me
That nothing happens here
That everything is kept
So nothing happens to it
That this land is of the blind
And the one-eyed is in the sky
To keep everything
And that nothing happens here

We are submissive and obedient
Eager to scream
Eager to kill

But long ago here
They teach us
To lie

Long ago they told me
That nothing happens here
That everything is kept
So nothing happens to it
That this land is of the blind
And the one-eyed is in the sky
To keep everything
And that nothing happens here