Los Traidores

I’m not wrong to think that I’m not
when I look into your eyes and you want to kill me
you hurt me, you humiliate me, you put me on a stretcher
you use me like I’m some office rat
plague, war, a race that pisses the blood of
the sweat that costs us our lives, fame is nothing
more, money is nothing more, power is
nothing but pure garbage.

In my hand burns what can’t be eaten
in my hand burns what’s not right
look at yourself straight on to see what you’ve done
look at yourself straight on or keep quiet

I carry history, I carry pain, a sack
of chains that can’t be carried, indifference
violence, abuses of faith, pity my brother
pity my woman, posters of heroes
who are dead, trafficking poor souls
in the threshold tunnel, you won’t be saved if you stay,
you won’t be saved if you go, don’t fuck with me anymore
this......fucking Life

In my hand burns what can’t be eaten
in my hand burns what’s not right
look at yourself straight on to see what you’ve done
look at yourself straight on or keep quiet

You and I and him sinking
you and I and him hating each other
you and I and him loving each other
you and I and him killing each other

In my hand burns what can’t be eaten
in my hand burns what’s not right
look at yourself straight on to see what you’ve done
look at yourself straight on or keep quiet

You and I and him sinking
you and I and him hating each other
you and I and him loving each other
you and I and him killing each other