Carne
Carajo
Meat
Brutal farce
Capricious in condemning
The innocent blood.
Weakness
That will strengthen
In a fool's comfort,
Setting a precedent.
The meat,
The meat was
Who dragged us into pain.
Comfort,
It's so easy to worship
Without giving anything in return.
Fatality,
Its homicide will deny
With blood on the hands
And traces on the weapon.
The meat,
The meat was
Who dragged us into pain,
And in flesh,
With blood, today,
The price is paid
As a consequence.
Shadow and light, dirt and altar,
In the sacred, in the mundane.
To choose, to confuse,
To resist and to continue.
The meat,
The meat was
Who dragged us into pain,
And in flesh,
With blood, today,
The price is paid
As a consequence.
