Zombie

Dance
In the inner silence

Something
Sweet and deceiving

Out of passion
Facade, myth, and pain

Out of fear
The grimace bit itself

Dance
In this social fury

Deny
The goose the illness

Sick of
A rambling speech

Never
The panda will be polar

Here comes the zombie
Blind, deaf, without speaking
Tired of himself

A troubled believer he was
Doesn't know how to forgive
Nervous with charms
He screams

A hundred blocks in line
To see the savior
In Luján, in Liniers
At the monk's tower

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Watch out for the faith
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
With bad faith

A hundred blocks in line
To see the savior
In Luján, in Liniers
At the monk's tower

Blind
Deaf
Mute
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies